writing I Live On

[AnonyPoni 564]

Come the morning, I am not sure I will be here with you,

We Live On.

I know not for whom the bell tolls,

Yet We Live On.

I wish to never say good bye, but feel the sorrow when I can't,

Living On.

I know not if love is real, for we only find out in the end,

Still We Live On.

For those who truly love you, truly care for you, shall stand beside you when the good byes are exchanged,

And We Live On.

We wish to live in the world of happiness, but I only see cutthroats, robbers and fiends. Who shall we trust?

No One? Anyone? Who Knows, but We Live On.

Is the unknown all we know? Is it something that we should fear?

Can We Live On?

Or love?

And Live On?

I say this now because all the plans I make, you make, he makes, she makes, it makes, can be reversed with the simplest derp of destiny. We see ourselves as the mighty trees: The Oaks, Pines, Maples and Willows standing firm atop the ground. But circumstance can be the Gust, Hurricane, or Tornado. Eventually we do break.

But we are not trees, because Trees don't know their world. They don't Fear it.

They Love it and Live On.

Perhaps I don't know anything, or won't know anything. I don't know if I'll see you tomorrow or any other day.

But I wish not to be the tree who can't take the wind and snaps, but rather the tree that takes the wind and stays together even when the wind uproots it.

And have a familiar stranger see me and replant me. Home? Where is Home?

Is this Home?

The Birds come back, as do the sun, the rain, and the stars. Are they the same? Are they different?

Who Cares. I Lived On.

 

 

 

-Anony

Edited June 11, 2013 by AnonyPoni