I’m caught in a quiet room

with no one to listen to me

it’s not the way I choose to be.

An empty seat next to me

the seed of my destiny

keeping the best of me from you

Life is such misery.  Life just won’t set me free.

How can one love at all when all that they’ve loved is gone?

Take what she’s given you

and keep it right next to you

let all your words be true, indeed.

For tomorrow may never come

where nothing can be undone

where I am the only one in need.

It’s the best and the worst of things

that the twist of this tragedy

is how something so sad can lead to so much growth.

A basic dichotomy just like the front and the back of me

all alone with a memory of me and you.

Life is a mystery.  Life’s more than history.

Where it has been is gone.  The best thing is to move on.

Live on.