Twinkle little star

Ever wonder who teaches a man how to live?
Ever wonder how sometimes you have nothing in return to give?
Can life be a book?
Each word is a story that knows its end
Your life can also be a word, but to what extend?
Life taught us how to live
Life taught us why to give
Living life is similar to reading a book
Back and forth you look
Trying to remember what you were taught to make sense of the plot.
I sit by the moon, talking to the stars
I look around and see my heart marked with scars
I know you’re on the other side, talking to me too

Abyss

So tell me where should I go?

To the left… where there’s nothing right…

Or to the right where there’s nothing left …

I look back and I see the future from a long time ago

I look up and see the sun shine

I look down and see my shadow appear

I see things that aren’t meant to be seen

I look left

I look right

I see nothing but fear

Because as hard as it is to feel pain

Its much harder to feel nothing