Simple abstract line illustrations in paper with pencil #2
Time is always of the essence.
I throw it away while I,
and never do nothing while i kill myself to tears.
and never do try anything new,
I will see,
it is going to be 2030.
Then time will have its reckoning on me.
or I don’t?
Where is my emptiness does lie?
when my mind betrays my heart,
not to me,
to someone I once held dear.
after a bond,
it took me into an eternity of misery and sorrow and lay
Emptiness may be there,
I filled it with my past habits.
I can go on like so,
where would it get me.
In my own degraded thought and memory,
in turn I see none but a faint light.
but my heart beats its own light.
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