I see these people walking though these streets
It makes no sense that they remind me of the girl I’ve yet to meet
I walk, I talk, I write, and I stumble
Most days going to fast to utter more than a mumble
When will you slow yourself down?
It is not a matter of turning yourself around
You’ve always headed in the right direction
Not by North, not by South, but by the hope you can infect in
The people you love, the people you will love, and those who will never be either or
Long ago I stopped trying to answer what any of this is for
I realized how silly it was once I was able to wrap my head around such
If I love you know I’m always thinking of ways so you how much
Appearances may suggest otherwise
But to be deceived by appearances is left for the unwise
And you before my eyes have never only found happiness with blue skies
The bigger picture is nothing without us in it
Just don’t expect a portrait
It is in the intricate details you will see your face
Your fingerprints that remain from the lives you’ve touched
Not looking for the endgame
Rather knowing there’s good and bad in this world, and their not the same
How will you be remembered, if not by your friends?
Through our memories that fade, we grow together
Through the distances we are separated, we grow stronger
With every hardship that comes between us, our passion endures longer
There is nothing that can take this from us
Death will come, and it will go
Some more personal, some that don’t ripple the flow
That is not to say they’re insignificant
But perhaps we just haven’t pieced together how yet
Do not let evil pull you from that which you are passionate for
Use it like fuel, for the engine that is your heart
Evil will not relinquish its attack of your soul
But you are much stronger
Good will prevail if you believe in the things that occupy your existence
Our time here matters
But it matters for ourselves, and for the good of our relationships with the world
I will not measure myself by the mountains I climb
Rather the valleys I crawl out of
My name is Kevin Lamb, and these are my last words.
Posted by: Kevin Lamb | October 15, 2009