Your mind is nothing, if your not using it to follow your heart.
Does your thoughts click with the beat of your heart?
From the schoolyard to the workforce,
from homework to housework,
from imagination to corruption,
from mall sales to house bills.
Who's thinking about money, who's thinking about power?
Who's thinking about freedom and who's thinking about happiness?
Admiration, imagination and fascination replaced by disintegration, inflation and expiration. what happened to the in-between, the fun that creates the laughter to part the clouds in the sky. The joy is lost and I can't seem to find it. Is it in the sky, the materials, the people, the romance, the future, or is it stuck in the past forever a photograph to look back upon as I move forward into the gray. it brings up the question I struggle to answer as i terrorizes my soul as every second translates into a minute, and every minute translates into a hour, and every hour ding the clock of eternity.
Destructions hands have never been so coy,but as the moments to live were to long; time may be up,yet just one question remains:
Where's the joy?