Friday, March 17, 2006
grit ur teeth u shall.
dun speak of someoneelse when u hope it aint so
random and mysteriosu many things maybe
nevertheless even more worryin what ur heart carries
the father is not the son. delirious son is the father.
resigned we all must be
pretend if need be
hope a futile hope.
i dunno ath abt my vocation. dnno enuff. there is always teh choice of lookin at hings from the bright side. no there aint no choice. configuration is a natural process. should u choose the painful way then painful indeed it will stay.
shrug ur shoulder and laugh for u are not the first batch of humans to roam.
u renot anexplorer but one in ur own right only
truth be told many have come and gone. pain shame burden all exist in a flick of time.
a wisp of memory
that someday the memory will fade enuff for u to alter and find urself a reason.
belittle urself all u must.
but no good it will bring to u.
ultimately the choice to choose is ur oni gift.
reality check:
my mind is in a whirl now. its alr sat. reality will sink in pretty soon. tho wad kind of reality i know not.
vagueness. will i obtain the fuel i need the direction i seek? i pray hard.
play all day and lose sighto f wad u are
think all day and lose sight of wad u were.
i wanna playall day hang out with frens eat good food be really smart and popular.
but hat can oni do so much to temporary relieve my worries.
worryin is a sin i indulge in 24/7
the kiss of I would understand. at