Rain013

The clock is ticking slowly making my heart feel alive I count the seconds and i know that Its all going away from my own life I look on the past i see how much i have changed why does the wind move very fast for never dying hearts yet goes slowly for the numb cold ones? why cant i be who i was and why cant i be who i want to be? Stuck that's what i am trying to break free trying to find strength in being calm trying to become a person I never thought id be My own Wind moves from the nirvana within me the from the silent beats within me to a never ending realm of darkness and sorrow who will i become is in my own hands why am i alive is in