Mourn

old age mourns the loss of youth -
and youth; the loss of wisdom
wisdom mourns the loss of time -
and time; its never ending circle.

if time would freeze; then memories...
would be now and not the past
we'd be living them over and over
not sigh "they went by so fast"

Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

(Hurt- Johnny Cash)

my tears make the rain....