Opinions

We are the leaves,changing with the seasons.
Like just another species,
waiting to be wiped off the earth, erased, and created.

Playing in the midst of chance and karma.
What's worse,
waiting around for something that may not come,
or seeing the flaw in your choice,
and not being able to change it?
Some pray, some don't eat,
and some wait, not so patiently; to be erased.

Aren't we all just casted out?
Not for any reason, except for the right to live life.
I still have yet to find someone that doesn't question God, in one way or another.
The old man, everyone is talking about;
sitting in his rocker, watching the play we put on.
In the tales, it never changes,
there's always the same situations,
same lessons, same reasons to back up believing.
Walking in that righteous path,
well I'll be one of the first to say, fuck it.
Feel free to quote me on that, sir.

Some sit on their perch, some inflict force, and some just wait.

At some point,
we all wish death would eat us away,
scream our name, then simply for it to be over.

You'll know when the time comes, death has a certain feeling.
The sense of knowing you want to end, is overwhelming.

Some sit on their perch, some inflict force, and some just wait.

Some think so highly,
some believe,
and some insist it's too good to be true.
The dead; we'll never see again.
The tales; just dusty myths.
Him; just someones fairytale in glamored colour.