nothing before me but cracks in the road, misery behind me, minds twisted and old. a world of pleasure or a world of pain? thoughts run rampet for its me to blame. life can be loving and life can be pure, or it can be only torture one must endure. what can be changed? what must one do, when waking is tiresome, just a day to get through. tears fill eyes as stars fill the skies, nothing special,,,,, just a day gone by. watching and waiting its all just a game, got through today, tomorrows the same.