That Day (I Felt Like Writing) (6-26-10)

sucking on a jolly rancher.
wishing things could have stayed the same.
I'll find a meaning in this one day.
what can we do,
what can we say
when nothing feels okay?
If life is all,
random coincidence.
and the only thing thats constant
is change,
How do we stay.
who we are,
what we feel,
its all a game that can make this pain feel
so real.
What would you wish for, if you had one chance?
would you make that difference, be the choice between life and death?
or would you walk away and leave them hanging,
lost because the person they thought would always be there.
wasn't.
All we have,
is this give and take,
please and thankyou,
yes or no,
left or right,
this or that,
up or down,
how do you prevent,
one more round?
Take a picture.
"Forever a memory"
would it not be if you didn't record it?
we live in a society of electric technology,
thats going to be the death of our race.
How do you cope,
deal with the overwhelming,
emotion.
when the spotlight seems to be permanently trained on you?
Places painted,
like candy canes,
do you feel ashamed?
Stir your cigarette ashes,
with that sugar coated ladle
dip your finger in them,
and tell us
whats your poison?
Breath.
Just.
Breath.
one day,
it'll all be worth it.
One Day,
it'll all be
Ok.