Funny how the words only seem to flow when no one wants to hear.
Funny how the sun only seems warm when I'm sitting in the dark wondering if it will rise again.
My philosophy professor said the you can never step in the same river twice.
Maybe he was right, maybe I just miss the light.
Maybe I'm afraid of the night, afraid of the fight.
Maybe the choices we make lead to each mistake, each smile, each wake.
Maybe we'll stay asleep, while we weep for the dying of the light.
Funny how we're all afraid of the other, one another.
We'd rather smother under held words than admit we're all human.
Post the picture, happy smiles, perfect pose, Facebook prose in view of all....