Growing slowly as if from a seed they seed planted in our minds the spark is missing that nurtures the seed into maturity
Things are blurry and misconceived can you see what I'm trying to see are there others who dare to admit we don't see things along the same
Lines we do not see the same some of the time but this does not mean that we aren't in sync all of the time
It's come to the point within my own thoughts by are my thoughts mine or just those imposed on me
So I ask myself what is my depression fascination are my problems real or are they just another mind creation
No.
From birth till death when nothings left but memories of day spent we all decay we can't resent or disrespect the time we've spent upon this plane from causes natural or other we all decay
Things are blurry and misconceived can you see what I'm trying to see are there others who dare to admit we don't see things along the same
Lines we do not see the same some of the time but this does not mean that we aren't in sync all of the time
It's come to the point within my own thoughts by are my thoughts mine or just those imposed on me
So I ask myself what is my depression fascination are my problems real or are they just another mind creation
No.
From birth till death when nothings left but memories of day spent we all decay we can't resent or disrespect the time we've spent upon this plane from causes natural or other we all decay