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Still Thinking

Sudden dreams splurge like spendthrifts on the month of the corporate holiday season, my mind ascends like ecstasy without the touch of death, euphoric aura, rainbow waves mellows out my mood, sitting under a tree reflecting on the ghetto in front of me, how did it get this way, get a big plate to pass out the blame, seconds is necessary, thirds if you really need it, intellectuals is minute, pseudos are abundant like crabgrass on my next door neighbors lawn, things seem more clear in black and white, lay the sacrifice for the dreams for the drive for necessity, lost children are shadows of their potential selves, this isn?t sadness, this is real life paintings with the Da Vinci touch, find your love ones and clutch, something tells me that they\'ll be more lost ones, don?t confuse pessimistic views with realistic ones, so many times I should have talked to that guy to get the what if factor out, analysis is nothing without execution, that?s the way I lived out my whole life and I?m truly sorry for that




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Publicerad 2007-03-19 20:24



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