Silence

In this world of noise sometimes only silence offers the solitude that we seek.

Finding this silence, I ask. What do I really want? What do I seek? What am I doing? What is my purpose? Basically, I thought about my mortality. I have things I want to do but cannot still. Will I be around long enough to be able to accomplish these things? They are dreams, wants and wishes that seem to grow distant each and every passing day.

I am doing nothing. In the end will anything I have done in my life be fruitful? Will they be of any use? Will there be regrets? I don't want to leave and live with regrets but unfortunately right now I have so many. Will there be enough time to correct all those mistakes? Time is my only enemy and time is ticking.

I don't have time to be scared. I must treasure every minute and every second I have... Let us be the world's happiest couple.

I long for someone. I want someone I could share my life with. I might be being selfish wanting someone to help and guide me for a personal epiphany but I don't really know. All I want is happiness.

Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember and if you remember then follow, follow. Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow. Try to remember the kind of September when love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember and if you remember then follow, follow. Deep in December It's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow. Deep in December It's nice to remember the fire of September that made us mellow. Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow...