Jul 01, 2009 10:51
Once again I find myself living in the past
It's filled with ghosts and ghouls of all shapes and sizes
But why do I desire to return to their malicious ways?
I thought of you yesterday, and by doing so my thoughts drifted to worlds unknown.
Another girl wrote those words I found when I searched for you.
Another dreamer, with no real ambition.
So ridiculously naive.
And so worrysome over the preposterous issues.
Not to say they weren't considered important at the time,
for they were.
But compared to all else that follows, they are merely sidewalk bumps
preluding to uphill trek and ongoing construction.
"Do you ever have nightmares?"
The punches keep coming,
followed by a flash of light.
Something's on its way,
and I am ill prepared in the most way.
I can hardly stand the person I've become.
A complete joke to all I had.