The world revolves and i am left behind to inhale the smoke and b thrown int he dirt others left behind. There is always movemet in the earth but i am as still as a rock. The inspiration has faded, the passion has died. The love that once was real has been broken. A memory of what was is what i got left. Like a starving man looks for food with desire, I look back in time and wonder what happened.What went wrong? when did i fail? When was my tank of fuel over w/out me noticing? Now im stuck in the road of life w/out fuel

what can i say that has not been said already? How can i live, how can i breathe? how can live b taken when ur already dead? a car w/no fuel looks like its dead even tho the motor still works but it looks dead. A person has a heart beat but when its as empty as a fuel tank, they do not turn on and they do not work.