devil_bitch

Another personal favorite... W.B. Yeats

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


Yeah that is how I feel. I am so at odds with everything. Wating to be rescued. Wondering if that is a waste of time and should I be rescuing myself? Where does fate stop and laziness begin? I am not sure how I feel about the new job. My baby daddy is being a dick and threating to take my son away from me because I asked him to pay child support. The boy I like is being set up with someone by his friends. And I am officially a Mary Kay consultant. Anyone need some good makeup just let me know. LOL!! Random? Who me?