whoshouldibe

My mind's lost
Thru my bared soul.
My heart's desire
Seen thru my brain's third eye.
My life begins and ends
with you.
Thank you for revealing the me
Hidden inside the cynical I
That's sheltered and protected
The child lost within,
Allowing me to become
The man that I am.

This is what happens when I work a job not around books all day, especially at friggin night. We need a change somewhere, preferably politically, but in order for that to happen we need a psychological shift within the country. So I'll just settle for mainstream music or whatever. I don't think movies are neccessary because its taking too damn long to happen, but its friggin happening, inspite of the passion of the christ and van helsing. Ah well, fuck it, I'm moving to Canada or Britain or Italy anyway. Oh, and fuck my mother. Thank you and goodnight.