time hasn’t a mouth, so it can’t tell

the hands of the clock forever slide across eachother,

they never stop, inching forward… two thousand and eight,

wasn’t it so great?  infact it was a great year of hate….

but i do believe that two thousand and nine, could be fine.

my mind travels back across memory to an earlier time,

when feelings were new and so much was left to guessing…

i thought i knew the answers but i never knew the questions.

i smile when i think of the boy that once filled these shoes,

dressed in blues and grey, waiting for the day he thought he wanted.

all i ever needed was inside all along… the strength. the desire to be strong,

to know my left from my right and do my best when everything is wrong to just keep smiling,

as the years roll on.

tick tock, i just won’t stop,

don’t tell me it’s fantasy

when in my heart i know it’s not.

we’re gonna keep going forward,

wether we like it or not,

tomorrow is nothing,

today is all we got.

ErIc W DeSsElLe