Friday, May 25, 2007

To form it better,
To form it later,
To make it yours,
And to make it mine.

It’s beating like a drum,
Forcing your mind to take over,
Take it over all the way.

Make yourself do it,
And do it right.
Don’t wait for the right moment,
That’s never fun,
Do it always at the wrong time.

Grab what you can,
When you will,
When you want,
Anything and everything…
Is yours….
It’s always been yours.

2 comments:

mom said...

one word for this one AWESOME!
love you

Mrs CeCrux said...

thanks momma.. I dunno what it means, if anything at all...it just kind of came out. I don't really care for it though I think