Surviving the times

Today is a regular day history is made and not even in my way,its yesterday so much strain, so much pain i ask myself what is to gain.

Its sort of like being the boat without any water around, waves to me are of no usual sounds.A yacht am I, in this massive disguise,sitting alone analyzing the sky.In this gaze,everything seems so far away here I stand alone and afraid.

AS I strive and fight to stay alive the true question is will I make it or die.

So long for this colorful world, for see the darkness has covered me round like a girl.

Long lived me or like they say the king.I turn in my faculties, and eternally rest under his wings.