Life is what you make of it

Letting this life pass me by, my body and soul staying at a high. Life is what you make of it, was always what I was told. Them fucken silver tinted clouds, should have been made of gold. I watch people around me and it hurts me to know, that when times get hard they let it all go. Life is what you make of it, now isn't that the truth. I chose this road I am traveling and am ready to take the abuse. You probably don't understand this, I don't expect you to. Poems are for the heart and only really you. Time is at a stand still, well at least that's the way it seems. I feel like everything I was going for was just a stupid dream. Cassandra Dilbeck November 10, 2010