Life

I'm calling, Tooku agaku boku no uta ga
Kimi no hoho wo sora ni mukeraretara
Hitori janai...

Whether we run or fight,
we still struggle to maintain our identity.
Refusing to give into the current of the river we call life.
We battle the normality we gaze upon each day.
Foolishly we fall in the same holes,
remaining in the same ruts we have been in for so long.


Love is a fleeting lie we use to cover our true identities.
Though the lust and compassion is ever so magnificent,
we still fall through the cracks in the ice.

Our emotions rule our sense of judgment.
Clouding all we see, hear, feel.
Sensory deprivation.

The lustful boy is the sensual whore's best friend.

Don't turn your back on a friend,
that's the first rule to all friendships.
Though when we look a it realistically, no one really abides by this.
The world is filled with backstabbers and we must just become accustomed to this.
You can try to change the worlds ways, but don't get your hopes up.

Don't get your hopes up.

For hope is a devilish emotion.
One of joy, until everything comes crashing down.
It can leave us satisfied, or torn.
Life's about taking chances, accept or decline.

Just remember Misery is the king of sadness,
Joy, the queen of happiness...
It's a war of two kingdoms, and your smack dab in the middle.
Chose your weapons carefully, and never forget to look behind you every once and a while.

©2009
Morgan Doowrah