Time Is Complicated

2005 - 2006

If I were your 23rd hour, the clock to strike 59 past the latter; I would fail miserably. I would voluntarily give up my position to save you. If I were the hand to determine your time, the last segment to the revolution of your life; the dam gates would rip wide open. Don't you know that the weakest point causes the entire to crumble. I've never been afraid. Responsibilty can fall where it may, but for me to be your regret would just be too much for me to handle. I could never be that final chip to fall, cause this life is not the game you seem to think that it is. I'd lose my pride before it came to that... but it came to that: I still have it. If you were stranded on the final knot of your rope, the near bottom of your barrel of hope; I'd pour myself completely in. For at least then I'd be a part of who you are, not the lost part of who you should have been. I've never been blamed. So let the chips fall as they may, and if in the end we're still together at least we'll know that there's more to come. But if we never find ourselves there, just know that my pride had be discarded... long ago: 24, came and went. It fell fast, the decent. And though we found ourselves together, it was in the same, same stupid ring of regret. Cause to me, it seems as if nothing ever changes except the clock. Seems as if the time never stops cause in the end it too knows even it will be lost. Seems as if even this moment was never intended to last; though i know you know I wish it would. When all is said and done hopefully it won't be as complicated as it was. It'd be so much easier if we could live our lives in reverse, or just knowing all we will when we die.

"Consider what God has done: Who can straighten what he has made crooked? When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other. Therefore, a man cannot discover anything about his future." -- Ecclesiastes 7:13-14

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