I am not sleepy , i dont deny ..
sleep is something of a privileged toy ..
like hte old doctor once said , being high ..
is crazy and its madness .. oh .. its also called joy ..
I dont claim to be an expert with these things,you know ..
Little things in life had taught me well ..
If you really want something , life lets your expectations grow..
pop , your bubble bursts"Buddy , Life is really a living hell" ..
I sit and think "Boy , that was mean .. " ..
"Everyone is happy .. everyone except me " ..
" Do you really think , the grass is always green .. ?
you have not been to the other side .. It's not something you'd want to see "
"Oh yeah ,Im sure It cant be as bad ..
If im surrounded yet lonely , over here , I'm perinnially sad "
"Well then , I cant wait for you to cross , wait till i see what you find..
only then you'll realize , of all the good memories ,priceless treasures that you have left behind .."
"Thats what they always say , those who want to stick to their misery ..
Well Im going , im crossing over to the land of free "
With that I fall into the never ending trap ..
the one that life warned me .. *snap*..
- Lost Poet
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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