Poetry / Cold

Forgive me as I start from the beginning again,
I understood your measure just not your pain,
Heaven has a door which you cross at any time,
So why fear death, its just one more line,
The poet tells us that everything is as it seems,
But in reality its hard to know exactly what that means,
As a mind is a transient vessel images completely flow,
Where is the destination, what will end the show,
Take the journey to what is being said,
For in a heart beat, you could be dead,
If you throw yourself into the berserk,
You never know, that could be the thing to work,
For chaos sets out what should never be,
And boring life times, frozen normality,
Shrink away hide yourself in the corner of the room,
The end is coming to find you, real soon,
Schedule me a play time as I want to play,
For in this momentum, there is so little fun these days,
Pick me up as the floor envelops my merry go round,
As I sit here alone, my lost and found…