Hate, Loathing, Love... The need to find the path to true zen
Today i woke up did my push ups showered sat around naked in the sun for a few hours taking in the beauty of my back yard feeling asthough i am one with everything and everyone. I leave the confines of my backyard trap myself in my clothing for the day and head off for work, thinking today will be a good day over and over in the back of my mind trying to make the best of my slave labour.
I'm on my bike riding down the back streets trying to stay out of view from the chaotic world around me, it will be a good day, it will be a good day. i hit the main street which isnt much of a main street but the loud engines of cars and the ignorant drivers inside them make me feel detached yet again. detatched from nature detached from my essence. then comes back the need for a better place the need to get away from the constant put downs and routine lecture/yellings of my dad. the need to leave this khole the lonelyness and the intrapment of this town... i must get back to toronto back to my roots back to my mother, back to the comfort and love she gives me. the need to live is now taking over my need to finish school although the profits told me i need not to finish, i am leaving this all up to fate if i come up with a better reason to stay here other then football and school i am coming back to my roots and i believe i will not feel whole again until i come back not whole for another 6 weeks when my slave labourers let me go and give me my rights to an education back. 6 weeks is longer then i think i can last.
I'm on my bike riding down the back streets trying to stay out of view from the chaotic world around me, it will be a good day, it will be a good day. i hit the main street which isnt much of a main street but the loud engines of cars and the ignorant drivers inside them make me feel detached yet again. detatched from nature detached from my essence. then comes back the need for a better place the need to get away from the constant put downs and routine lecture/yellings of my dad. the need to leave this khole the lonelyness and the intrapment of this town... i must get back to toronto back to my roots back to my mother, back to the comfort and love she gives me. the need to live is now taking over my need to finish school although the profits told me i need not to finish, i am leaving this all up to fate if i come up with a better reason to stay here other then football and school i am coming back to my roots and i believe i will not feel whole again until i come back not whole for another 6 weeks when my slave labourers let me go and give me my rights to an education back. 6 weeks is longer then i think i can last.