The moment lives a memory that would last. Apart of the future

Dying in its past.. Don't love it to fast

Don't take to slow, given we know..

Will be lost in tomorrow, living in sorrow.. In now

As in how, Daring what it is that you're doing.. Caring where it is that you're going.. With flames blowing, lights glowing Goose bumps showing, coming off not Knowing..

“Where you been “

“You’ve been lost “

……

I was told once, then over again by a friend

That I’ve been lost, but I’ve been working

Earning for what I’ve been given.

Is there a price tag on the cost of living?

Sacrificing young time... For downtime

At the start of it, the moments I had my heart in it

In being a part of it,

Seems I’ve been caught up in the past

This being the last visit...

Welcoming The Weekend

Chance...

Pouring out glasses white wine splashes

As the bottle never ages,

But time certainly does, to going on... On what was

And what was just isn’t anymore.

While my feelings come to explore

Nights out... finding myself in doubt

Opposite from me, to having nothing to talk about

With new faces, welcoming the beat that races

The fear in taking chances

Dark rooms, lit up with candle lights

 Reading between the lies, acting as many.. so surprise

 Yea I guess it’s true I’m always there for me

That how it goes when you’re out doing you…

Closer..

Thinking younger, long after were believing

Anything last forever... It’s like I told

Her... “As time just got older, the past chose to Passover”

 To having gone

From heart to heart

To having go heart over mind

In matter having never been unsure

In seeing good potential

As I seems I’ve been giving time

To common woman, to believing I could even understand one

Without pleasure to now laying across

One another, with eyes at a closure

Keeping me to wonder  

Having lost demeanor in my own personal nature

In my own behavior

In being closer… distant lover

Room at its darkest Thoughts comes to light…

As

Life at its deepest

The body lays sleepless

As the mind goes restless

The heart beat anxious

Living in cruelness, when at the loneness breathing nervous

As change brings progress, through practice

Searching for a purpose, in life being precious  

Toward a broken promise, dreaming from Paris

"BRERA OROLOGI"



American Greed

       

Cheap talk will get you nowhere, while money will
persuade people to do as you like…

“MONEY TALK'S BULLSHIT WALKS"