All things within time come to an end
the waking hour is upon our hands
do we dare throw it, or do we hold on and wait
To throw would to be to live
to hold would to be ridden
Life is hard life is short, let it end?
Life is beautiful life is wonderous let it continue?
And with this, I bid you Adeau.
I tip my hat
The flames eat the stage
Who will take the space left from the old?
Will it remain or will it go?
Life
Music
Art
Books
All burn, all must go.
All good thing must come to an end.
Farewell
 Eternal_Serenity11-11 · Thu Oct 02, 2008 @ 05:15am · 0 Comments |
