the ArmChair Thoughts

A note for this time, inspired by Seal:

With Fearless people,

Careless needle.

Harsh words spoken,

Lives are broken.

Forcefully aging,

Help me because I’m fading.

Heaven’s waiting,

Seems it’s time to move on.

I’m Crossing that bridge,

With the lessons I’ve learned.

Playing with fire,

And not getting burned.

I may not know what you’re going through.

But time is the space,

Between me and you.

Life carries on…

As it goes on and on, and on.

Just say die,

And that would be pessimistic.

Or say live

And that would be optimistic

In your mind,

We can walk across water.

Please don’t cry,

It’s just a prayer for the dying.

I just don’t know what’s got into me.

I’ve been crossing those bridge,

With lessons I’ve learned.

I’ve even playied with fire,

And not getting burned.

I may not know what you’re going through,

But again,

Time is the space,

Between me and you.

There is a light through that window

Hold on say Yes!,

While others say no

Then, Life carries on

Life those goes on

I sure will cross all these bridges,

With the lessons I’ve learned

One can play with fire,

And not getting burned

I may not know what you’re going through.

But time is the only space,

Between me and you.

There is a light through that window.

As long as you can be optimistic

Life carries on.

When nothing else matters.

When some little things matter.

I may not be sure what’s got into me.

But in times like this

I’ll give a prayer for the dying.

Relax,

It’s just for the dying

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