Sometimes I look at life as a dream and I wonder if I'm truely awake or if I'm still laying down in my bed not ready to wake up and welcome reality.Although I know which is which, at least I believe

I walk down this path
One step at a time
This is my path
With every step I rhyme

With the Iris of my eye
I see the colors blend
Into the ever lasting sky
Is that where my path shall end?

So this is how I feel,broken down into pieces that no longer fit,

It's already to late to fix the past, you don't know how you'll mess up the future, but the present is yours to mess up or make the best of.

Along the lines of my mind
I tend to linger on the past
I watch them rewind
And wonder how long they will last

All the laughter from years before
I listen to and smile