There is the beauty

You will not see the beauty of patience,
Till you have seen the ugliness of haste,
You will not see the beauty of perseverance,
Till you have seen the ugliness of hopelessness,
You will not see the beauty of me,
Till you have seen how ugly I really am.

It is my own fault

There is no doubt about it,
I have to be strong about it,
That whatever happens to us,
It is a choice we have made,
Some time ago.

There is no doubt about it,
I have to fully accept it,
That how bleak things may seem,
It was not always so,
And the sun may yet rise tomorrow.

There is no doubt about it,
I have to live by it,
Without knowledge and without guide,
I've chosen this path in life,
And that path is my choice.

I look to one who will show me love,
And guide me in all my life,
From my waking moment till I rest,
Forever I partake my peace.

So much passed, so little gained

How sad is the life of one who sees the world pass him by,
and yet by his inaction he gets nothing.

How sad is the life of one who has everything coming to him,
and yet by his laziness it all slips away.

How sad is the life on one who has nothing but good,
and yet he still strive for what is bad.

Oh how sad.

Change your spirit,
For you can change your life.
And if you can't do that,
Then no one can do it for you.

How sad...

The old me

Where is the old me?
The person I used to be,
The one who I might respect,
Maybe even like a little,
Where is he?

Where is the old me?
One so innocent and naive,
Looking at a world full of adventure,
And tales that go on forever,
Full of dreams and life,
Where can he be?

Where is the old me?
When he speaks it is only truth,
When he smiles it is sincere,
When he laughs the world laughs with him,
Trials and error matter not to him,
I cannot find him anymore.

I do not know where he is,
Be he still alive or is completely dead,
When in the mirror I might see him again,
If not for the monster there....

Alone in the night

What a night it has been,
Cool and dark and still,
My eyes are tired,
My fingers are heavy,
To sleep I am very keen.

What a night it has been,
To think of things to think off,
To dream with my eyes open,
To see what has never been seen,
And all that from a night which has been.

What a night it has been,
Alone here I type,
About this night,
Which has been,
Like the night before,
And forever more...