It often seems like smoke and dreams,
I’ve been led to the end of my schemes.
I wonder what it would be like not to be me.
If only for an hour, or just one minute, could I be free, could I forget?
If I did I’d likely have regret.
Is this my reality, is this only smoke and dreams, or is everything just as it seems.
I’m sure I will get the answers when it’s my turn to die, I don’t need to understand, or go crazy asking why?
I have to accept things just the way they are, and say good-bye for now.
We will meet again someday somewhere somehow.
My heart is broken and my eyes hold my tears in,
I will always love you my eternal friend throughout and beyond my lifes end.
In memory of my son Jordan Timothy Byers 3–05–91 to 6–23–05
By Jason Byers sober since 6–23–05