

The Choice is yoursDark hallways covered with dust Undistrubed by the passage of time Forelorn with with regretThe Choice is yours
In a maze we all walk them Some more then others
stay to the paths before you where the dust has been cleard else you will get lost
In this maze Loseing yourself is never good Once lost you will never be found
Some think of the wonders they will find Glorious wonders at the end of these halls Once lost you will never come back
When you lose yourself
the darkness will take you embrase you
Yes you may fi


Empty SpacesThe sound of breathingEmpty Spaces
Slow and rhythmic with its own beat Breaks the silence in the darkness
Staring off into the distance of faded dreams Remembrances of all that has passed Reliving old feelings of those times
Some good
Some bad But mostly good
You were always there
All things where tolerable back then Things just never seemed to matter as much
The warmth of those feeling Long lost in the depths of time Feels good the deeper they go
Rolling over
Hand brushing that space Banishing all those happy thou


Supurb FocusAn epiphany in its own right Stagger back forces of all thought Flooding the space with more of its selfSupurb Focus
Overwhelming the rest Expanding till the emptyness is gone The only one that can be focused on
Knowing there is more to it Than just this one There had to be
Forgotten in the wake Pushed aside Like the fog when the sun starts to shine
Holding back from the epicenter Recessing back into the resses of the self consionness Waiting for the realization of the moment
The focus dosen't wane Holding on strong to this n
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I am a man of very little spoken words...
So I let my writting speak for me...
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I am a man of very little spoken words...
So I let my writting speak for me...
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