Now that the day has come?
I see myself as everyone?
I am whats all around me
No, nothing it just cannot be
Feeling has come from the sun?
Like most everything and everyone?
What seems lost is free from the force that slowly destroys us?
And kills all matter off?
Well, we dont control the chance that plays with us?
And we get existence back by hurting others?
And when we go the other way its ourselves we hurt?
But who pushes on though eventually will see?
Every moments first?
Every moment is first?
Whats gone will never come back?
But it exists when you think of it
?And what is anything, anyway?
But a series of things running through your brain?
All of the fucked things you do?
Are the product of whats happened to you?
Whatever you create from love
?Is a gift from the place which some call above?
Theres only the forces of hate and love?
One breaks things down and one builds them up.