Thoughts of a Gypsying Fantast

How do I unlive If my life is incomplete? Yes, I have eyes- Eyes devoid of light. It was Death which resides In them; The same Death You conquered; The same Death Which awaits me in the end. So how do I unlive when Death is in me already? How do I live If I have to repeat The same mistakes Over and over? Life is what you gave me In the beginning; The same Life You'd promised; The same Life I want to have with you always. So how do I live when in this life, I am unworthy? Lend me your eyes then That I may see; I wish to see The love my rotten eyes failed To see; Take my heart in return And be the content of it. Be the content of it and live Inside it, so that my heart Would burst and remove Death That lives within me; The very Death that makes me unworthy.

I will write because I am cross and lonely All dreams had eluded me I lost my voice to even sing a melody I am just another sad story. Maybe not, maybe I'm just crazy I can always choose to be happy, I may look stupid to many But then I'll be a better story. Rejoice, there is that light That burns through the reign of night So tiny, but it is all I believed in, It's kindness, in a world so mean. Hope, it is called and this- A story of hope.