I lay in my empty bed
Thinking of my life
All those days running in my head
That make up the years of my life

I close my eyes and try to sleep
Thinking of what I have done
But all I can do is weep
About the things I have not done

My life incomplete
My days full of emptiness
The things I did not complete
My head is nothing but emptiness

People have come
People have gone
Which did I care as the came
Which do I miss that have gone

Where they have gone I do not know
Why they have gone I do not care
But now in my emptiness I want to know
Is my life that in need of care?

21 July 2007


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