• Would things make sense,
    If we were together?
    But then hidden in the mist,
    From time and space.

    Life wouldn't make sense now,
    No,
    Not yet.

    It has to be wrong,
    All wrong.

    Fight fight fight,
    Mock mock mock,
    Is there anything that hasn't gone wrong?

    Yes,
    Many things have gone but came.

    Life is like a chameleon,
    Love, Life, Freedom,
    All of it changes.
    Like the colors.

    When the colors fade,
    So does the life of the creature.

    It is like us,
    The colors show who we are,
    How we will be,
    How we live,
    And in the end it is our choice.

    You can choose to be loved,
    Or love someone.
    But first you must find the love in yourself.

    To live a life,
    You must figure out who you are.
    Figure out why you are there and why.

    The key to freedom,
    Lies within all of us,
    We just have to make it all work.

    My thoughts first came from a brother,
    One by blood,
    Then my girlfriend,
    Now a good friend.
    There is no pattern to life or love,
    You just have to make it what you can.