A Collection of Sentiments

A Collection of Sentiments To the whole world: I hope for thou and pray there’s still good left Yet no matter how low my expectations go, Thou still manage to disappoint me. Sometimes I see a light out in the darkness, But not long after, It’s tainted. To all my friends: Thou art the reason I still hope for the world, Despite the evidence of the abysmal. A true friend is hard to come by, And harder still to keep. But the times we’ve had Will be with me till the end. Yet I love you all, Friend or not, Victory or failure, Disappointment or satisfaction, And I wish I had time enough in this world to know and understand The way thou think The way thou feel And how thou see thyself But alas, I must go. I am but adrift in this world, For a tiny speck of time, And my path is sundered from thine in one way or another, And as such my eyes never see the workings of thy mind. Not really. And as such thou fall short of my lofty expectations, And dreams are my only solace. A Tout Le Monde, A Tout Mes Amis, Je Vous Aime. Je Dois Partir. If these are the last words I ever speak, Then I’d be free