Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Last Interview

All I have are questions
questions deep within me
begging for resolution
praying to be free

Gazing out the window
of my memories
I seem to recall a happier time
when we couldn't see
The darkness growing inside of you
brewing like a disease

Digging deep into the past
wondering about the purpose
Did you really love us or
only like to hurt us?

Then the day came when I got the final call
the how's, why's, what's and where's
all faded like leaves in the fall
I suppose the only truth I'll ever really know
resides within me, my heart, my mind, and my soul