Passing TimeOften times I wonder,If I really still exist;Did I die along the road somewhere?And why am I wondering this?Often times I cry,For something I have lost,But I can't remember what it is or why,So I don't know how to get my point across.Other times I wander,Without knowing where to go;Take shelter from the thunder,So I can walk out again tomorrow;Still more times I falter,And lose my path to the world;Winding up at an altar,Without knowing if I'm heard.Finally I will stumble,And someday I will fall,But I won't mind when it's time for me crumble,For long ago I lost it all.
Never the Same"Enough. It is time for you to let me go. I'll remember forever what we have been through.""I'm not finished." I had turned and began to walk away. His words there stopped me cold. A dread gripped me. He had done more than enough, I didn't think I could take more."I promised you things would change. I didn't mean only for the time you were dragged into my world."The direction I was facing held a bright skyline full of lights and skyscrapers. I was returning to the world I left behind, if not the people, who no longer existed. What had changed had been everything about myself. I heard him, but by then I could not turn. I was fixed on the