lemanstherogue

Dear Father Time,

I know you're here to tell me I'm already late, and I'm sorry. You told me to find time, and play with innocence. Like you ever would. I don't see you make any sense. I guess you deliver misery. Just like you should. 1 o'clock and you paint the skies grey. It's not your fault, we're the ones who betray. But how can you say it with such ease. You want to take a stand or just wanna please... so I thought there was something worth staying for and gave it a chance. I'll be there soon enough... more than halfway there, I promise.

The Joy. The Sorrow.
Loyalty to the End.