those summer days seem so clear to me
holding on to you, yes you, held on to me
these welcome thoughts of you
happiness is what you swore to me
tone of your voice made me believe
and now I'm....
numb,
there is no pain
not for me
not anymore
oddly comfortable and almost at peace
this crimson ground on which i lay
These are Excerpts taken from the pages of the diary of Danial Marshall.
Stuck on a dream of obtaining the dream
Nothing I accomplish may ever be enough
Had enough of my wanting more yet
More is the only road to less regret
Failure for me is moderate success
Afraid that it shall forever be solely that
Envied by any and a shame grows
Shame truly is the only feeling known
Change is an option for people content
Discontent I shall forever hunger for rest
Knowledge means nothing or so may seem
Stuck on a dream of obtaining a dream
