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My where does the time go? I remember the days when it seemed I was always doing something and the day would fly by, but now it is slowing down in my life and the time still flies by. Because of this revelation I am trying to deduce some theory of time relativity. Am I reacting slower in the same amount of time as before thus making me seem not as busy? Or is it that time doesn’t hold a value to me because I know that the best intention of using it wisely is not always a guarantee of it not being wasted.

Right now I feel as if I have no direction or path to follow. I don’t think I am looking for guidance from a greater power or a divine intervention. I want to feel like I am moving again.



Now for something completely different.


Martyr

I've been a martyr for love
And I will die in the flames
As I draw my last breath
As I'm closing on death
I will call out your name

I've been a martyr for love
Nailed up on the cross
While you're having your fun
As the damage is done
I'm assessing the cost

I knew what I was letting myself in for
I knew that I could never even the score

I've been a martyr for love
I need to be by your side
I have knelt at your feet
I have felt your deceit
Couldn't leave if I tried

I've been a martyr for love
Tortured every hour
From the day I was born
I've been moved like a pawn
By the greatest of powers

I knew that I would have to suffer in vain
Aware that I would never outgrow the pain

I've been a martyr for love...