the less of meUpon my life I must confess,I always thought there more than this,A man I thought I'd never be,The World I thought of more I'd see,With time I thought I'd come to say,My life less lived by day to day,The more I planned, slaved, and tried,Fighting only to rule my life,More or less I came to see,The more I claimed, the less of me.
The phantom loveThe thought is never pleasant,to lose the one you love,As though your limbs were severed,then tossed among the wolves,Yet you still remember,each time you close your eyes,Their phantom touch still lingers,yet never ease your cries.
Life's LessonIt seems life's lesson is a mythical thing,The more I cope with, the more trials it brings,It seems that no matter how hard I may try,The less left unknown, the more that I die.
Who have I become?Pushed to the edge of creation,I thought I found the end,Alive in my own elation,What message could I send?Lost in my mind's illusion,I thought I would be gone,Confused by my own delusion,Where did I go so wrong?Urged to sudden action,I thought I set my sail,Into this darkened fraction,How could I help but fail?Awakened from my dreaming,I thought I was no one,I was something greater, seeming,Who have I become?
AlwaysI think that life is but a phase,A journey throughout time,The ones I know through all my days,Their memory always mine.