Aa Harvey

There is no fate...

There is no fate…

There is no fate but what we make it;

So seize the day before it breaks you.

We are all left alone feeling naked,

When our fate changes; who knew?

Something buried, deeper, deeper;

Something never said, under a wasted breath.

Deeper we sink into the hole; we can never become our own healer.

Living inside a memory of all that could have been, but was left unsaid.

Memories, full of ghosts;

What must I do to let them go?

Twice never seen, beneath the bleach;

Hidden dreams fade away to become never seen.

Hidden within a dark memory,

Is the freedom we are all seeking to set ourselves free.

But we can never attain what we need,

To give us all the freedom we each seek.

In misery we are becoming;

Becoming the thing we hate the most.

In sympathy they are destroying;

Destroying the last morsel of a life of ghosts.

In danger of becoming, in danger of saying;

In danger we become quicker to solve the problems we are having.

The future is unwritten, the past a memory;

The future can never be attained without a sacrifice,

So do what you must to become the change that you seek.