Is it too late to fly away,
extract myself from this harsh reality,
this existence in a lonely world.
Too late to free myself from what might be, what I might become
to
seek is to know
to
hear is to find
to
care, is to be
Is
it too late to forget,
Obliterate
the memories that haunt my thoughts
that
affect my life
that
leave me empty and bare
to
give is to help
to
learn is to share
to
feel, is to know
Is
it too late to help this dying world
help
save us from extinction of faith
and
knowledge
of
how to live
to
speak is to trust
to
laugh is to cry
to
cry is to love