I've come to drag my wreckage of sorrow, down the lonely path to tomorrow. Wondering,stumbling forward. moving towards the future but still asking the past for time to borrow. Seconds that turn into minutes and those minutes turn to years. Learning to master my fears, learning the difference between dreams and nightmares, between smiles and tears. Lost in my own space and my heart listens but can not hear. Love begins and the end is near.
