Running to stand still -Lena

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

Fate is a wheel that turns without our hand

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.

You watch yourself. One day you're going to pick a hole in the sky and the universe is gonna fall right through. Then we'll all be in a fix

Loneliness is holding the one you love When you know you might never hold him again. Even lost in the darkness My heart will find you The soul die at the hand of the one who carries it. If I could find a place to run away Hidden safely, I would be there today. The darkest daylight finds me.