thoughts on life
whoever said honesty is the best policy is wrong. honesty gets me in more trouble than lies ever have. yet, i hate lies. i don't like lies at all. i don't lie that often. less than i use to, and normally only to my boss or teachers. friends, only if i don't have an answer at the time, though I tell the truth later. and when i am lied to, i feel betrayed. normal, i suppose, yet i know i take it to extremes. that is my life. extremes. all or nothing is how it should be, yet i half ass so much. those things though, are not important to me. the things i truly care about, i throw my soul into those things. does it bite me later? often, yes. yet, to never live is to be empty, and while empty is what i am, i have tasted life, this one and before, though mainly before.
what do i do wrong? do I try too hard? or not hard enough? do I try at the wrong things? should I even be here? where should i be? what should I be doing? WHO should I be? the questions we all ask ourselves, and almost never answer. the only one I know is that yes, i was supposed to be here, at one point. whether that point has past or not, i do not know, but i feel that the clock is running out. when the clock strikes, i must be gone, or all is lost, though at the striking much will be lost anyway. for when i leave, i will be gone, lost to many of you, and for that, i am sorry. but all i have to say is this: I am already lost, and i wish to be found, but the only one who can find me is me, so let it go. Let it go Mouse, let it go. carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done. lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more.
Peace be with us all.
what do i do wrong? do I try too hard? or not hard enough? do I try at the wrong things? should I even be here? where should i be? what should I be doing? WHO should I be? the questions we all ask ourselves, and almost never answer. the only one I know is that yes, i was supposed to be here, at one point. whether that point has past or not, i do not know, but i feel that the clock is running out. when the clock strikes, i must be gone, or all is lost, though at the striking much will be lost anyway. for when i leave, i will be gone, lost to many of you, and for that, i am sorry. but all i have to say is this: I am already lost, and i wish to be found, but the only one who can find me is me, so let it go. Let it go Mouse, let it go. carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done. lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more.
Peace be with us all.