Summer comes and goes
The anxious, awkward, unsummoned feeling pops up and goes away before you're given a chance to analyze it. Summer is here, it's here to stay for the next two and a half months. The past few days have been the exactly the same. You feel coordinated into filling your footsteps that created a mold for the past few days.
I can't help myself but sometimes I get to thinking about various of things, what would happen if I didn't follow these same footsteps or what could I do if I didn't have these footsteps leading me to my future.
Eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then plop yourself down in front of the tube and ask yourself what have you done today. Walk outside and look at the sky and tell me if it's blue or if it's just you. I can't help it but feel all clenched up inside and somedays I feel just selfish as if I want to wrap the whole world into my hands and bounce it as a rubber ball.
If I was to roll that ball against the odds of other planets, I don't think my ball would get very far to Jupiter. Some days I think it's this ticking sound that goes on and off in my head and I'm the original one to blame. I don't feel all alone but I feel insiginificant to Monty Python's meaning of life.
Look at all the rock star legends, Jimmy Page, Kurt Cobain, and James Maynard Keenan. (James Maynard Keenan: Not yet a legend, yet not dead)
This is it, the race to life. Are we going to die young?
I can't help myself but sometimes I get to thinking about various of things, what would happen if I didn't follow these same footsteps or what could I do if I didn't have these footsteps leading me to my future.
Eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then plop yourself down in front of the tube and ask yourself what have you done today. Walk outside and look at the sky and tell me if it's blue or if it's just you. I can't help it but feel all clenched up inside and somedays I feel just selfish as if I want to wrap the whole world into my hands and bounce it as a rubber ball.
If I was to roll that ball against the odds of other planets, I don't think my ball would get very far to Jupiter. Some days I think it's this ticking sound that goes on and off in my head and I'm the original one to blame. I don't feel all alone but I feel insiginificant to Monty Python's meaning of life.
Look at all the rock star legends, Jimmy Page, Kurt Cobain, and James Maynard Keenan. (James Maynard Keenan: Not yet a legend, yet not dead)
This is it, the race to life. Are we going to die young?