Hell-O, How R U?
There comes a time when no-one cares. Day in and day out, everyone dares. New faces each and every day; let me ask you, "Does it pay?"
We walk just to exercise or get some air. We play games or chat with our fellow mates, of course, to keep those thoughts from endlessly trying to haunt us; but still, we don't long to walk through those "Golden Gates."
As the hours go by and the days fade away. We look to each other as if to say, "Are we really here this day?" But nothing can free us, our souls are locked in these feelings - a boat that cannot dock.
If you must persist, then - yes - most of us are guilty of lying about lying. Then I ask you, "What would you have done?" To be framed is more than just a tragedy. The devils are constantly trying to pierce you.
Come on, tell me, "What?"
This is another fear that we all share; beyond and beyond someone awaits. Will we be able to cope? Will they take us away forever and ever? I can't say that we did not try. We don't curl up like babies and cry. But the time is near. It's time for the Arch to thrive - soon to be here. We shall become ordained.
Oh well, it's just a part of the game. We pray for each other every day. For a salvation, we yet not understand. Should we praise Thee? When? We do not know what or where - might or may be! Nevertheless, we still hope for the best.
A word of advice... Regurgitate your old ways, cause down here you walk on thin ice, and nothing is left but - days, and days, and days.
Anarchy?