Floating
Poetic time...
Somehow I feel as if I'm floating through life, trying to hang an anchor anywhere yet seeming to find nothing to hang onto.
Things come and go, and I'm left floating uncontrolably in the waters of destiny.
/poetic time.
OK yeah, just got the news.
Kicked out once again, nowhere to go...
I'm starting to wonder if my life will spend it's duration like this, floating from place to place... scrounging for cash and food...
and then all hell will break loose and I'll be dead.
Or something like that.
So uh... anyone got a place for me to refugee?
And I thought I wouldn't be having to ask that question for a long while...
Somehow I feel as if I'm floating through life, trying to hang an anchor anywhere yet seeming to find nothing to hang onto.
Things come and go, and I'm left floating uncontrolably in the waters of destiny.
/poetic time.
OK yeah, just got the news.
Kicked out once again, nowhere to go...
I'm starting to wonder if my life will spend it's duration like this, floating from place to place... scrounging for cash and food...
and then all hell will break loose and I'll be dead.
Or something like that.
So uh... anyone got a place for me to refugee?
And I thought I wouldn't be having to ask that question for a long while...