writing again
its about time to begin to think about tomorrow. living in the moment is fine if u enjoy being left behind. times runnin out on my time to enjoy myself. time flys by now and theres just no stopping it
as i look to the future all i see is work and death, ill try to enjoy the little time i have here. but it seems almost impossible. is it possible the truly good times have passed?
i look to the young ones, theyre so care free and happy. there at a time where their biggest problem is nothing but a scraped knee. how i long to return to those days, when there was no pressure, there was nothing to hold me back.
as i truly look to the future, there is but little hope. for their are litttle real leaders around anymore. all drugged up and thuged out lets follow the leaders, off to the fires of war and death. lets follow those fuckin leaders into a pit of snakes, lets follow them fuckin leaders to the gates of hell itself. fuck that, not me ill be myself attempt to enjoy this life with my love at my side, ill lead myself to where i want to be.
as i look to the future all i see is work and death, ill try to enjoy the little time i have here. but it seems almost impossible. is it possible the truly good times have passed?
i look to the young ones, theyre so care free and happy. there at a time where their biggest problem is nothing but a scraped knee. how i long to return to those days, when there was no pressure, there was nothing to hold me back.
as i truly look to the future, there is but little hope. for their are litttle real leaders around anymore. all drugged up and thuged out lets follow the leaders, off to the fires of war and death. lets follow those fuckin leaders into a pit of snakes, lets follow them fuckin leaders to the gates of hell itself. fuck that, not me ill be myself attempt to enjoy this life with my love at my side, ill lead myself to where i want to be.