A walk in the gardengrowth, life crushing underneath my feet, to feel the mosture so close, so personal, what a sham.
I seem to be surving by the all too special powers of caffine and alcohol, and yet would I want or ever expect anything less.
The ungoing saga that could be my life.
but instead The clouds shroud me and my movement through life. I felt them today following me, as I was driving through the park, and I saw tthem chasing me as I absorbed the scarce sunlight, I could hear those voices tempting me, taunting and yet so distant, that voice screaming THE WORLD IS NOT ABOUT TO END AND THEIR IS NOT A DAMN THNING YOU CAN DO BUT WAKE UP, TAKE A PISS AND DRIVE HEAD ON INTO UNCOMING TRAFFIC!
Yet what I do is real and must mean something. I Think I can almost avoid you as well as you avoid me. That Is the comfort that I know, a freedom from expectations of any real type.
I seem to be surving by the all too special powers of caffine and alcohol, and yet would I want or ever expect anything less.
The ungoing saga that could be my life.
but instead The clouds shroud me and my movement through life. I felt them today following me, as I was driving through the park, and I saw tthem chasing me as I absorbed the scarce sunlight, I could hear those voices tempting me, taunting and yet so distant, that voice screaming THE WORLD IS NOT ABOUT TO END AND THEIR IS NOT A DAMN THNING YOU CAN DO BUT WAKE UP, TAKE A PISS AND DRIVE HEAD ON INTO UNCOMING TRAFFIC!
Yet what I do is real and must mean something. I Think I can almost avoid you as well as you avoid me. That Is the comfort that I know, a freedom from expectations of any real type.