slave to the power of death

We have very little control over the events that unfold in this vast universe.
Our lifes are just a series of coincidences.
And we have so little contrl over our lives
I will never know at what instant of time I choose to tread this path
or consequences of what actions have lead to this moment.

This moment where time has stopped still.
I hang in the balence between life and death.
A voice screams from deep inside me
I dont to die ...
not from fear of death or fear of pain.
But from the uncompromising "desire to live".

I survived.I am still alive.

But I have realized i am a slave to the power of death.
My ego,my desires,my dreams all were powerless .I was powerless
Just like that everything could have ended.

Seeing Beyond

Not really sure what i want in life

few lost thoughts wander in my mind

Of the dreams lost and hopes reborn

I look upon as eternal battle of past and present wages on

Insecure and afraid I tread the unknown path

Hopeful and exited that road may lead to the stars

The dream of destination is all that i hold on

no matter what happens the fool's dream goes on

Shattered and empty refection my mind now i see

Slowly but surely the empty vessles are filled

So what if I don't have the gift of foresight

I have wisdom to tell wrong from right

what's the pleasure in conquring the known

To be king of everything but your own home

what's the pleasure of living ,knowing what's going to unfold

Let the tale unwind and ashes turn to gold

Trying forever to escape all that is real

searching for tools that make time stand still,

we will fade but our scars will never heal

as we die to live and to feel.

Finally seeing past the illusion of life

i see i have been dancing to the tunes of time

and as i see my life flash before my eyes

I see beyond the haze and know i am happy to have lived the way i always have

Ramble on

It is sometimes so painful,
to get away from someone
You have basked in their shadow,
laughed and cried in their company
They are your brothers in arms

But non the less
No matter they care or not
No matter how much it hurts you
One has to make their stand

Some actions must be commited
Even against their loved ones
Against the will of the heart
Our ego must succeed this time.

As we ramble on with our lives
and arrive at the crossroad
I choose not to follow in their footsteps
I choose to walk away,walk away from it all ....