I used to think i was late...Late for love, late for class, late for talking...
Actually i was never late... It had to be that way. Life continued anyway, whether i was late or early, I was always standing here.It was not about being late, i was there anyway without a warning.
Sometimes things are made to happen.
Forgivenesss, unforgiveness, loving, hating, playing, gambling, crying...
The point is the point itself. Trying to find out who i am. I always loved from the heart. I gave the best at heart, that was all i could be and do. My wishes,prayings, anger or happinesses... Does it seem real? Who cares, but me? As long as i am alive and breathing, as long as i am still loving without expecting, as long as i feel rock and the sound of music, i will always be here...
Never early, never late...
