Lyling

noregrets

I got ashes in ma bubbles

The realization that the world around you is changing that every second lost will not be returned. A nauseas feeling of regret floods over you because time has stolen opportunity. Tear the clock off the wall and smash it so that we can hold still. So the world can look around and breathe. So I do not have to jump onto the mouse wheel of the American dream and climb the ladder of office politics and weekly agendas. The filth of Los Angeles eating at me. It rips apart my mirror and laughs in my face. Time is everything when you do not want to be forgotten, the pathetic plea of every child that grew up on this side of the 101. Go, paint your graffiti, leave your mark so we wont forget you. Tag your name so that you’ll be recognized. In the end it’ll all just be painted over and your two seconds of glory that you worked so hard for will only perish in your hands because time has taken it away. Time is the thief of young and the nag of the old. It is a bomb waiting for a last breath to quiver in our hollow chain smoken lung.