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Catch The Wind Slowly

by

Dayala

Catch the wind slowly;
Let it carry you far.
Fly high and fly graceful.
Try to reach a new star.

Catch the wind slowly;
Follow your heart's pull.
Go where it leads you.
Until you are full.

Catch the wind slowly;
Sail high and free.
Catch the wind carefully.
Then come back to me


Song of Many Verses

by

Dayala

Song of many verses,
Play before my eyes.
Running,diving,in the sea.

Then reaching for the skies.
Song of many verses,
Dancing in my mind.

Oh a place to rest their souls.
Will ever they find?

Song many verses,
On wings of Sparrow fly.

Living how they thunder strong.
Softly do they die.


The Writer

by

Dayala

As I sit here,
Pencil in hand,
Words suddenly appear,
From a strange land.

Imaginary people,
Fly across the pages,
Having great adventures.

Somtimes I wonder,
What new world I'll find.
One from reality,
Or one from my mind.


Love Is Somewhere Far Away

by

Dayala

Lonely without you.
But what can I say?
Fate me doubt you,
I sent you far away.

All my skies are gray,
Love is somewhere far away.

Shadow of sorrow,
Have darken the night.
There's no tomorrow,
There'll be no morning light.

All my songs are sad songs,
The blues are all I play,
Love is somewhere far away.


I Wonder

by

Dayala

I wonder,
When i see some things.
Like butterflies with painted wings.
Opossums hanging upside down.
A turtle crawling on the ground.
A tall giraffe that's in the zoo.
A bounding,hopping kangaroo.
A firefly showing off it's light.
When everything is dark at night.
I wonder...Do they wonder,
When they see me?


My Quiet Place

by

Dayala

The world...
Keeps spinning,spinning.
And days,
go rushing by,
and sometimes,
there is scarcely time,
to stop
and wonder why...
But inside me.
There's a quiet place.
Where hope and faith renew.
Where the world,the world.
Can't reach me ....
That quiet place is you.


My Place

by

Dayala

I alone have been there;
I found it just like that,
In grove of pine trees,
I alone have sat.

I alone have laughed there,
Feeling full and free.
The beauty was a miracle,
I alone could see.

I alone created there,
My mind turned lose by me;
Inside I keep the feelings,
I alone could free.

I alone have cried there.
Feeling hurt and shocked.
Somebody torn down the door,
I alone unlocked.


Lost Dream

by

Dayala

I cry out in the darkness,
of all the loneliness,
that anyone has every known.

My echos return.
Carrying all the tears,
shed by anyone who ever cried.
The wind blowing across the waste,
of all the love that have never,
been shared.

Moans like a child,
who never lived.
Or man who never loved.

As the sun of anger,
rise over a sea of war,
I finally realize.
I've seen the world,
through the eyes of anyone,
who had a dream that died.


Things Gone Past

by

Dayala

The heartbeat,
Of the days had me.
Fooled things,
Went by so fast.
I saw your,
beatuy as a swirling,
autumn leaf.

But now it's all gone past.
If i could see you now,
you would remind me of,
those dreams we were,
going to follow.

But what we once had.
We would miss.
I thought you were wonderful,
As you played beautiful tunes.
In your eyes.
The richess of your spirit.
Fell and drowed with reprised.

There are so many,
love's in the world,
so many friends anew.
But in every kiss,
Reminds me of part of you.

Your soul asks me if.
I can spare a dime,
To help support the,
cause of time.


Darksword

by

Dayala

Blue-steel unknown and never rules,
The light abondoned the surface cools,
a tiny stream,
a reddish glint,
drips the weapon,
the dragon gift.

But the blood beads,
force their path,
sent to flow,
the warrior path.

The hilt alone holds no blood,
for blue-steel cloaked the flood.
The light now continues to fade.
The sapphire hilt,
the blue steel blade,
the crystal hidden,
the motion,to last.

But halt you slaughter,
commanded the dead
and those that have fled.
The battle is over the carrion,
birds, call, your side has won,
but friends still fall.

For the wielder is now,
ruled by the sword,
that flowed and felled,
her friends, her lords.
The blue-steel gift continued,
to impale,to, slash,to center,
to piece their mail.

The warrior lighting,
reflecting black-scale,
their laughter and hail.
The sight,euphoric,
as winds gives them lift.
The hillside the wielder.
The sword thier gift.

The warrior,
possessed looked onward,
to find those left alive.
And more humankind,
And the blade finshed.
And none where left,
it turned on it's weilder,
it gift of death.


The Ranger

by

Dayala

It is night,
It is dark and silent,
There sudden movement.
The dark metal blade,
flashed with fire of it own.
Blue flames erupt from it.
It surface with the first,
sword stroke the blue fire.
Racing up and down the sword.
It burn in a seductive way.

He has no fear,
No hesitation,
Smoke drifted across,
the battleground,
But the ranger fights on,
with unstoppable fury.
Slowy the enemy began to retreat.
He left standing alone,abondoned,
and forgotten by everyone.
In empty swirl of smoke and silence.
He look around see a vast,
burial ground and empty tomb,
empty of life.

The dark began to fade,
And dawn began to approach,
He does not like the way,
the sword seem to dominated him.
He feels like a outcast,renegade,
solitary by nature.
He bend down pick up,
King of Undead Crown.
Ranger knows this battle won.
He does not know what,
tomorrow will bring.
He seek revengae for his,
falling friends who where,
cosume by terrible deaths.
He knows there more emines to seek.
Creatures out of nightmares.
Like Minotaurs, Icebones, Orcs,
Gnolls,Spiders,Giants,Frogloks,
and the Great Mighty Dragon.
He stealth his sword,
and drinking his ale,
heading back to town.


Fantasy

by

Dayala

The trees that grows,
and winds that blew,
and suns that always shone.
This land so board and beautiful,
is where i layed my home.
My life I spent seems rich and pure,
to where my life has led.
I still so long for life,
beyond to see what lies ahead.

To go beyond imaging,
to flee from what's been taught.
I believe that somewhere,
far away or maybe just right here.
There's a place for ones whose thoughts,
are whole and dreams are crystal clear.

A place of magic and imagination,
for things that aren't believed.
Where once a dream was lost,
forgotten and here they are achived.

And here I live my life to full,
and dream my dreams with you.
Because it's here where magic lives,
and you believe it too.


The Mighty Paladin

by

Dayala

Blacken thunderstorms streak with lighting bolts,
lights up the darken sky.
Tall,muscular,blonde,
with eyes pinned you with directness,
down to your soul.
Light flashes off the shiny armor.
He has great cloak and hood wrapped,
against the blowing wind.

Mighty great sword he hold in hands.
A sword enchanted and forge for paladin.
He watches the magic racing up and down,
the blade tiny flickers of deep black-
purple light.
Bow and arrows slug across his back,
Knives and short swords appear,
glittered in the moonlight.
The paladin dodges through,
the slashing of metal blades like ghost.

"These creatures are from the torment,
of hell" he shouts.
"Be strong" he prays.
Clashing of metal blades can be heard still.
The paladin finish off the last of,
his foes turning them into dust.

His eyes fierce and intense.
He now stand alone in the blacken ruins.
That use be great huge castle better known,
as Camelot.
Now it a part of the earth,
a part of the past forever lost.
Sudden silent except birds and rustle,
of leaves blowing in the wind.
He knows that his creatures,
where beyond redemption.
The paladin feels drain,empty,worn,
Sheathing his sword he heads,
back to the tower to rest up for,
the next battle with the evil foes.


The Brave and Loyal Knight

by

Dayala

His untarnished armor.
Like his eyes,
reflect the brillance,
of blue skies.

While riding on horseback,
in his mighty brave stance.
He ready for the battle of,
the dragon's prance.

A fighter of wrong and evil,
always at his best.
A helper of mankind,
and ladies in distress.

He never forgets his place,
in life.
While searching for his quest.
He will save fellowman,
from terrible fates of death.

He'd fight that most,
horriable creatures,
after battling evil foes.
His heart is filled with,
courage,love,and honor.

He can always be trusted,
for he has many eternal verities.
He has enough unbridled valor,
to face the toughest plight.
And all the mighty courage,
to win the most fiercest flight.

A brother to men,
A lover to women,
A fighter for the just,
A gift to all of us.
The brave and loyal knight.


Mystery

by

Dayala

Moonlight refects off the lake.
A ripple from a cool breeze.
A sound of falling leaves.

The hoot of owl.
Distract me for a moment,
from my thoughts.
I can't remember,
what I was thinking?

Then I lift my head and see you.
Standing in the shadows of the woods.
As a white mist swirl around you.
Calm and smooth,
like a flow of a river sream.
Yet you seem unreachable,
like the stars that rush past,
in the dark of the night.

You stand there silent,
Like a breeze softy gliding,
through the trees.
I'm fascinated,
by the dept of your soul.
Yet you remain a mystery to me,
like an ancient forest.


The Hourglass

by

Dayala

The hourglass.
Slowly let slip the,grains of time.
But hopes and wishes.
Are all that time can fill.

Pain and sorrow follow the path.
Of the long and lonesome road.
A few smiles here and there.
Help to lighten the load.

That same old face,
in these same old dreams.
The trust in your smile,
forever gleams.

Comfort from you heart.
Clears the cloudy skies.
Just like the love,
in your earth brown eyes.

It is time.
To turn the hourglass,
over again.
I've been here all day.
And evening has reached,
it's end.

This phone will never ring.
You voice it will never bring.
The hours come and pass,
with lonley me and .....
The hourglass


Off Beat

by

Dayala

Your lens is out of focus,
and your song is out of tune.
Your beat is never quite in step;
Your winter starts in June.

Your orange shirt and purple pants.
Just never match you socks.
They say your are the circle,
that will never fit the box.

You disco dance to Mozart.
Hang your wash in the rain;
Yet though they often hurt,
your pride.
You never feel the pain.

Your taste,the say, is so bizarre.
Cartoons can make you cry,
You say goodnight to all your plants.
And wait for a reply.

But what they cannot see in you.
I find I love the best,
the things that make you special is,
your different from the rest!

Your heart the size of Kansas.
And your always find the time.
To see that all my puzzls fit.
And make my poems all rhyme.

I'll comb your windblown locks.
And be there to brace your fall.
I'll stay your friend forever,
because you're perfect after all.


Love Foolish Falling

by

Dayala

Down I'm falling.
My heart plunging..
deep.
Becoming part of him,
Taking a leap.
Why does it happen?
When our eyes meet.
Can't I stand alone.
On my own two feet?

His eyes searching mine.
Luring and calling.
It happen again.
I know that,
I'm falling.

Floating on clouds,
I'm sinking fast.
My memories and hurt.
I push to the past.
It's not that i want to,
stay above.
It just that,
It's such a,
one-sided love.


Breaking UP

by

Dayala

Oh,the bitter anguish of parting.
From love as yet untried.
To scare to make commitments,
with feeling that we hide.
At first I thought you understood.
Those words I couldn't say.
You kept me at distance.
But not to far away.
I know involuement takes alot;
Our emotions strain and break.
But I just can't live without it.
Please we have to much at stake.
I know it's not your love.
That keeps us far apart.
But the fear we have of being hurt.
That's buried in our hearts.
I know that we're both young and scared.
But it's not for out lives,
we need each other.
Just these few precious days instead.


Solitary Tear

by

Dayala

A solitary tear flows,
in and unhurried,
descent down my cheek.
Yet I do not know the reason.
For it existence.
I'm happy,
and somday I should consider,
myself lucky.
But you don't know the despair,
that has gone on within this mind.
For many years.
Fear of being unloved,
and terror of lost friendships.
Worry not, for already my hand,
has risen to brush away,
the one lonesome unloved tear.


Because Of You,This Weather

by

Dayala

Shadow in my past.
Like shadow on the mountains.
I don't want to share.
Windswept memories.
Like dust-storm deserts.
Blowing through ages.
And I don't really care.
And it's all because of you.
You've taken all I had.
Now I have no more to give.
Mist in my heart.
Like fog on the ocean.
Clouding the echoes.
Of voices long ago.
Frost in my mind.
Like a blizzard in a cayon.
Freezing out emotions.
I will never know.
And it's all because of you.
I've lost my will to live.
You've taken all I had.
Now I have no more to give.


The Guitar Player

by

Dayala

He picks up his guitar.
He brushes his fingers across,
the silver strings.
The melody he plays is so,
sweet and slow it like the sound,
wind makes blowing through the leaves.
The rhythm blossom with breath's,
of ebb and flow.
A stage lights start shining and gleaming free.
The light sparkles off the silver strings.
Chords of bliss which slip away,
can be heard.
Sending the sound of the song,
soaring into flight.
In such rumbling tones.
The musician's starts to tap his feet,
to the time of the trobbing beat.
Dots and words on paper line the stand.
Brought to life by quicken hands,
and soaring voice.
The song rise to a glorious finish.
The audience blinks.
There a pause.
The comes the thundering applause.
Music was only thing he could love,
unconditionally.
Listening to him play I realzie,
the dreams of poets.
Knowing in life all animals and man,
are sure to die.
But his songs will live on forever.


Ghostly Mesenger

by

Dayala

As I walk alone on the sandy beach.
At the water edge,
watching the waves creeping over,
the shoreline.
In the distance.
There a flash lighthouse.
Sudden memories of my past start,
playing before my eyes.
The memories are so intense,
that tears filled my eyes.
As I look into the shadows of my past.
I see the ghosts of those long past.
As I watch them.
I wonder where time has gone?
I see them floating by as they,
glitter and shine.
They seem to live in world,
of gray,silent,mist.
It's intriguing to watch these ghosts,
from other time.
There where my mentor,teachers,
and friends.
I wonder if they see me?
Do they still remember me?
I quess this question,
I will ponder as time goes on.
But they will always be a part,
of me untoucable by all.


Loneliness

by

Dayala

I sign my name upon the window.
Fogged and moist in winter's cold.
Yet loneliness hangs all around me.
As another day unfolds.
One bold request for someone,
to hear me?
Yet all alone the truth is clear.
A mist morning holds my silence.
Questioning the race I run.


Love

by

Dayala

Silly talks,
And stupid jokes,
Quiet walks,
And windbreaker coats.
Nervous smiles,
Moments of doubt,
Afraid of ties,
Wanting out.

But when you're next to me,
It all seems to change.
No longer do I want to be free,
The feelings are quite strange.
Hands in hand,
Closer then this,
Searching the land,
For the first nervous kiss.
Under your arm,
In a silly movie.
No need for alarm,
I can answer truly.

I feel our love will stretch out,
Stretch out for an endless miles.
I know whithout a doubt,
I'm going to stay with you awhile.
Hidden feelings,
That I know are true,
They may be kind of hard to find.
But I know I love you.


The Damage Is Done

by

Dayala

As the raging fire dies down.
The words ask to be taken back,
into secrecy.
But it's to late....
The damage is done.
The words were never meant,
to hurt.
They flew form the heart's captivity.
Before realizing they had escaped.
And became free.
The damage is done.
To soon the door will open,
on those words.
The ones I thought had gone,
Revaling the substance.
That breaks the heart and scars the mind.
The effects have lessened,
Not so severe.
But still growing inside,
I can hear the echoing.
But it's to late.
The damage is done.


Once

by

Dayala

You tell me you love me,
I wish it were true.
You tell me you've missed me.
I used to miss you.
When you walked out the door.
I thought I would cry,
But you just kept on walking.
Didn't even say goodbye.
And now that you're back,
It isn't the same.
With me it was real.
With you just a game.
It's true I once loved you.
But that was before.
Now you say you love me,
But it doesn't matter anymore.


Question to a Mirror at Sixteen

by

Dayala

Where and when will I find love?
Or will love ever find me?
Will there be arms to bind me?
That speaks a lover's yearning?
Will I know the joy, the tears?
The kindling and the burning?
Will a hand hold tight to mine?
And be there joy or sorrow?
Where and when will I find love?
Perhaps {oh please} tomorrow?


The Short Story Writer

by

Dayala

Another summer dusk...
sitting on the rocking beach.
And breathing the perfumed night air.
Stars reveal themselves,
Sprinkling the shady heavens.
With silvery points of light.
My mind...far from the porch.
Where the hused sound of a porable T.V.
And the flickering of candles.
Align with reality.
Do you not seek me?

Walking quietly and barefooted.
The cuffs of your Levis.
Dampened with dew.
Softly the humid air,
Brushes your sand-colored hair.
Brightley the stars play,
upon the spirit.
In your earth-brown eyes.
Amused I watch you...
Trying to reach you...
You alone share the depth,
Of my mind and soul.


Take Time

by

Dayala

Take time to talk,
For you may ask of all things,
Unknown to you.

Take time to laugh,
For smiles relinquish sorrows,
And spread happiness.

Take time to listen,
For you may learn,
From the word of the wise.

Take time to think,
For the realm of knowledge,
Is never ending.

Take time to look,
For there is beauty,
In every part of the world,
around you.

Take time to feel,
For the emotions of your heart,
Often control the reasoning,
Of your mind.

Take time to live,
For each day is filled with,
new opportunties,
That be gone tomorrow.

Take time to dream,
For the sharing of all these things,
Is the miracle of life.


Struggle of Life

by

Dayala

Thy path is long and hard.
Each turn is filled with danger.
Thy goblins and thy dragons,
At first are friendly strangers.

Hold tight to the dreams,
And strong to thy wishes;
for they are your guide,
to all of lifes riches.

Thy heart is your key,
Determination's your weapon,
Trust in your heart,
And fight off deception.

If you never give in,
to what life may bring,
Thou's not just a knight.
Thou is a King.


I Believe

by

Dayala

As I lose myself in some distance place and time.
I wonder and wait for the vision of you to reapper.
I know now the life I knew was only a dream.
Until I met you.
That you make dreams come true.
I remember that you believe in the wonders of the stars and
moon.
You believe in the magic of songs and tunes.
You believe in two people should take chance.
On love and sweet romance.
And you told me all I had to do was believe in you,
And always stay true.
Now I wonder and wait for you to reapper.
So we can dwell eternally.
Making our dreams come true.
Because I believe in you.


I Must Let Go

by

Dayala

A piece of life broke off from me.
It fell hard and passed away.
But still I live;
I laugh,
I work,
I forge much of the piece.
And yet remember a little.
The feeling of guilt hurt.
Most of all,
The shock,
The surprise of the sudden fall.
I wait awhile,
Surely she will appeaar.
Please don't leave me here.
Illusions of that piece.
Come to me.
So complete,
So fast,
I try to remember the slendid times.
Moments of out past.
But they're fading;
I try to hold on as tight,
But it's too strong,
to fight,
I must let go.


Apologies

by

Dayala

Sitting so still,
You appear to disappear,
Into a world of make-believe,
Onto an island of fantasy.
I whisper your name.
So quietly,
Almost hating to distrub the place.
You've built into the wall surrounding you.
And you don't even hear me.
I can't say,
That I blame you,
For wanting to escape;
Only that I envy you.
For being able to.


Eulogy

by

Dayala

The wind-blown cliffs stand ominously.
Like weathered statues...never swaying.
As the sun sets.
The lights play upon their face.
Illuminating their awesome beauty.
Until darkness pervails.
I walk beside them feeling my inferiority.
As I meet their stately gaze.
They have seen and have lived.
Even through nature's torment.
They still stand...
Indestructable and as foreboding as ever.
Their will is stronger then mine.
Their bravery... fiecrcer.
How I envy these sturdy rocks.
They are all the things,
I am not.


Cry of the Lonely

by

Dayala

I am adrift,
Marooned alone,
Upon the sea.

There is no one,
To hold my hand,
No one to comfort me,

My tears, they fall,
Unheeded and
My cry is all in vain,
Won't someone come,
To rescue me,
And take me home again.


Not So Mushy?

by

Dayala

If you've read one love poem,
you needn't bother.
Ever again, to read another.
It seems they all are quite the same.
And may I ask, who is to blame?
For this silly slew of verse.
That only goes from bad to worse.
And clogs the ears and hurts the eyes.
And grips the stomach like a vise?
It rambles on in choppy meter;
It's points is lost in flowery phrase.
Of untold love and buds in vases.
Beachside strolls and walks in snow.
"Forget me not" I love you so, Dances,
dresses, raindrops, rings.
"A perfect rose"- insipid things!
By nature bland, quite dull and trite,
indulged in by the not-so-bright.
Sentimental trash of sordid taste-
And oh, the paper gone to waste.
And as I sneer "what mushy goo!"
I wish I had reason to write one to you.


Nighmare

by

Dayala

Nightfall, darkness
Seattle over the land,
Casting a blue-gray shadow, the light thinning fading away.
He was my inspiration for my magic with ink and graphic.
He was my keeper of my dreams.
I knew that, I never be sad or blue as long as he was part,
Of my life.
But time came and change it, time was our enemy swift and elusive.
With him gone I feel like a shadow empty and dim.
All sense of time slippped away.
I know longer has any meaning, or relevance in my life.
He was like a rock in the stream, unharmed by the water flow.
He was my rock we use to share are joys and sorrows,
Our elation and despair.
There was a time when our love was like a rainbow in the
waterfall, or eagle soaring free with no care.
But those times are gone.
He always shared every thought with me, every dream, every
wish, every fear.
I love him like a thunderstorm, like helpless rage.
But time came and changed it all.
Now I sit here with pencil and paper in hand.
Writing about what was yesterday.
Wishing you would take time out and understand that we,
Gave up love, friendship, trust.
Nothing lift but a cold feeling.
To be alone cold and empty.
You brought me back to life once to the joy and pain.
I remember things, but i do not wish to.
I cannot forget things, I wish to forget.
Sometimes love's can be cold and mean thing that,
Leaves little behind when it goes away.
Hoping this nightmare will end.


Can Anyone Help Me?

by

Dayala

Can anyone help me find myself?
I think I'm there,
Up on the shelf,
I'm tucked away behind someone's,
Favorite book.
Want someone to climb the shelf.
Way up high is where I'am.
Silently crying for a helping hand.
Want someone help me find the door?
I can't see a window,
and there isn't a floor.
I'm hurt and alone:
But no one cares,
Yet inside I'm still,
Hoping that someone's there.


The Puppet

by

Dayala

I dance to their music,
I dance to the beat.
With strings on my feet.

I'm tired of pleasing,
and acting their way.
I'll put down these strings,
And then walk away.

I know it will be hard.
But that's the way it will be.
I have to find somebody.
Who likes me for me?


Catch A Falling Star

by

Dayala

If you were a falling star.
I'd run to catch you,
I'd cradle you in my arms.
If you were a sunrise,
I would sit and watch you rise,
And make the day more beautiful,
I'd cherish the warmth you give.
If you were the spring wind,
I'd let you blow through my hair;
And fly through my soul,
I'd let you encircle me completely.
But you're none of this things.
But you're all these things to me.
And since you are you,
I will run to catch you,
Cherish the warmth you give.
And let you fly through my soul.


The Loss

by

Dayala

I will never love another.
As I love him.
Life without him.
Is empty and dim.
I will never recover.
From this great loss.
Into memeories,
that part of my life been tossed.
Death appeared.
In the cold, dark, night.
Drew my father's,
last breath.
Before morning light.
I was five at the time,
But the pain still remains.
My tears daily fall,
can I be blamed?
My father's place,
Can never be filled.
But his love still survives.
And always will.


Enchantment

by

Dayala

He is intelligent,
He has wit,
and earth common sense.
He is courageous.
I never realize such beauty existed.
While all I do is pine for him.
I cannot touch.
This loneliness of mine.
Has become my only bliss;
I burn,
With what you cannot quite return.
I love him as he is unpredictable, infuriation, bewitching,
passionate.
Was I crazy to love him?
We become friends but,
the idea being together and kissing one another hot skin was
far from his heart.
He awaken things in me I did not know I could feel.
There a passion inside me it burns like a candle in a latern.
To near to run yet,
To far to run away,
Can't you see I love you will all my heart.
He was a marvelous discovery.
But he was kindred spirit, an independent and self-sufficient.
I'am enchanted,
I'am possessed,
I'am in love,
But our love is demising into darkness into a unreachable distance.
Please don't close the gate to paradise.
Don't shut the door to passion of dreams and desires.


So Fragile

by

Dayala

I have a crystal dream.
It is so fragile-
Standing up to a storm,
Yet blown away be a whisper,
Glittering brilliantly,
In the sunshine.
Sparkling dreamily,
In the light of moon.
I pray that I may keep it,
And touch it with my heart,
From this moment on,
Forever....


Time

by

Dayala

It hangs heavy for the bored.
Eludes the busy,
Flies by for the young.
And runs out for the aged.
Time...
We crave it.
We curse it.
We abuse it.
Is it a friend.
Or an enemy?
To know it all.
We should view it.
through a child's eyes.

Chances

by

Dayala


We take chances everyday.
When we walk down a lonely road.
When we drive down a lonely street.
Danger lurks around us at every turn.
But still we take chances.
We get up everyday and keep going.
Knowing that one day we may not return.
Life is so short when you sit and think about it.
Time flies by.
Still we have to continue taking chances.
Or stop living are live all together.
As time swiftly goes by.