one more day goes by

Oneself goes trough life jumping over obstacles, running downhill or climbing uphill, speeding up, and slowing down.

One more day goes by and reminds me of the past long time gone. Something got erased from my memory, like broken floppy discs. And the words try to remind me of them but they are no longer here.

I sate at the big hole and gets me back to the time it happened and that I remember, because I can see it. And all those times I fell, and all the tears I cried.

There has times when I seem to lose hope, when I try to look forward and I see nothing to keep fighting for; then I think there most be a reason.

And it gets me thinking, how can anybody mess up a family for substances alien to reason. When you already have some to fight for, how can you forget about it, how can an illusion make you give up the good things in life.

So I still get up and run, and enjoy my hollow pleasure from the media dreaming of places far away and high speed machines flying trough time telling stories some will write in books and try to live for ever.

Walk to the site faking my wishes of seeing that someone I saw last night in my dreams, but I can't fool myself, and I feel so insecure once again, and I hesitate to let go, but I love her laughter, and the way she talks.

I feel so week but I have to stand tall, and think of the magic man, and thing of the distance. But all that I really need is a real smoothie, this one was awful... as one more day goes by.