Days become repeated and then one comes out of nowhere.
It throws me off track when i begin 
to have different thoughts to what i once did.
But i guess that’s because everyday things change 
- and when things change, our feelings transpire.
A hope with money and longing for 'that' moment -
But what about enjoying right now and living empty pocket?

When i shed in my own bed,
my own company protects me, truly.
But, within the thoughts of my open heart,
i envy the hands that get held.
But i remember, whats meant to be will be.

A question that needs an answer, 
but for myself, needs a nod - to figure out myself, 
is a question not to tell.
Bleeding my crossovers and remembering ill faith, 
you know what’s important.

For the spill of a youngster, and the cry of its mother, 
not all gets left unsaid.
Why i wish it meant nothing instead of it being more, 
is due to that instinct that tells you it’s not right.

Don’t hurt yourself in the long run, be tether and light - 
as when you bury too much blood, 
is when your head floats on and your soul is never found.