Nov 06, 2007 04:03
I am looking
Always Alert
Giving a smile, possibly a second glance
Systematically repeating
Nerves stop receiving
Drugs would be nice right now, sex even better
Stressing the positive and reality stressing me
But it's all good
How couldn't it be
I'm alive and well
Maybe it's the feeling of statistics
A cool atmosphere chills me
It's a fear of sorts
A fear changing me
Trembling like a child just beaten
But calm and collected all the same
I want to do something meaningful
Passionate
To change the world is to much
and even if so who is to judge if it would be good
Narrow is this path I tread
I wish I could write some wishful thought
A touch of your lips, or something along those lines
But again it doesn't exist
Exit now for I never entered
Picking out splinters
In an alien sociopathic feeling
I walk away
What did I achieve I know not
But I'll repeat it tomorrow
Maybe something will change
I look toward the sunrise
And I can only pray