we live in a beautiful world...
the air is crisp as the morning sun rises, peaking over the pine trees and rooftops of a small sleep-deprived town. always on the move our hero embarks on his journey. he rolls down his windows and lets the cold air join him as he drives. the only warmth coming from the rays of the sun and his coffee cup. he sings along to the song of his choosing before stopping for gas. "pack of cigarettes and ten dollers of gas." the woman behind the counter was tired. she had obviously been working all night. his sympathy faded as he walked to his car. his thoughts wander to his eminent struggles at work, but no matter. with any luck it will soon change.
life isent what i thought it would be.. its not what i remember. its something more, its something less.. its different, just different. i never thought i would be here, now. thinking these thoughts and having these worries. its like this for everyone, everyone who gets older. i thought i wouldent make it. i thought i would surely die before i ever got this far, but im here and im going to make the most of it.
life isent what i thought it would be.. its not what i remember. its something more, its something less.. its different, just different. i never thought i would be here, now. thinking these thoughts and having these worries. its like this for everyone, everyone who gets older. i thought i wouldent make it. i thought i would surely die before i ever got this far, but im here and im going to make the most of it.