Question for the thought
A/N: Don't know don't care lol
Space, the last place I thought I'd be
Time, the thing I believe to be unbreakable
Really what else could you expect from me?
I stood on the brink of all I knew
Falling and yet not
dreaming with my eyes wide open
nightmare to reality that I didn't want to be apart of
Myself once more, only once being apart of them
how can I be me? You seem so sure of yourself
that I will not break down and do things I hadn't for many years
I wanted to weap, I wanted to yell out, I wanted simply to want
I wanted simply to be free from the cords of my mortality and yet
I shivered at the meer thought of it all,
what had you seen in all the dozens of years that passed you by?
Do you grow tired of being timeless, ageless?
Do you ever grow tired of me?
Or I of you?