It Pays Sometime To Forget Your Thoughts, almost with in time,
When change is real and thoughts are lost and found, emotions and stress
Come to mind, and what ever change you have left, you hope to deposit
Sometime, somewhere, toward life, the real deposit of life and time.
The deposit of sometime ago, with hopes and homes of life and dreams,
A place to hang your heart, a lesson you learned to make a new start,
A new beginning of hope in mind. Playing in mind of things to not forget,
Regardless of your trip and falling while getting there.
The deposit of somewhere, you stood, or hoped you did, afraid while doing
That you made a point of speaking, and scared of who you were talking to
While realizing it might be yourself, or others who did not understand
But hoping realizations were in the plans of speaking to you and whoever.
The deposit toward life, our everyday plan, that lays out our foundation
Of lost and found, and striving to find our way, even in search of yesterday
Gives us hopes to stay and relay of paths we laid, to help others get there
As we also try to get there ourself. Visions toward life, today and?
Real deposits of time have much change and changes to what we do,
Without counting our pockets of change, as they are empty of that strife,
But full of what our life has taught us without money involved,
In deposits of sometime, somewhere, life and deposits of time, concerning life.
Dec. 23, 2005