Sunday, April 03, 2005
excruciating frustrations burn my soul
creating a vaccuum which presence eludes none
believe me not
my being begs no pity
seeketh not that which only petty men possesses
the plan, the goal
to settle one's life
does not evade my conscience
never gladly nor meticulously
hav i pursued it yet
but indeed
try is not an option
2 kiss e pavement below my flat isn't either
my sacrifices hav not showed its hand
life's tinkering hav made me good
short-sighted directions keep me poised
4 greater things that many do not play with such foresight
the road bears many pits
and stepping in is to get out the better
a dangerous game i play
i hope 2 step out soon
cos the depressions include losing my head
keeping one's heart n soul is wat i aim
hey!
life's not meant 2 b easy
but the costly sleaze
i've done more than a few times
i'm gettin it off my chest
as bosom mates rose questions i can't deny nor accept
the weight of guilt horrifies me
so i won't keep it in
but once the gift arrives
i will not unwrap unless it's Xmas
i do not need it
yet
the circle frightens me
my words drop on cold ground
the crows caw
i truly say it best when i say nothing at all
but tat's part of life
get over it!
technology hav made me able
2 make a pass on almost all my peers
without exercising my face
disgust fills me at my own raucous blindingly appalling introvertedness
timidity litter my early life
yet simple naive sins 2
past flame hav continuously 2 deal with my antics
though e fire died out long ago
thus shall i also reciprocate e matter
throw out the cinders
today i must make a change
pursue one's life with passion
and passions from above wil b blessed upon thee