May 20, 2004 11:33
Disengaged.
Feeling like I'm unfeeling.
Still and sane while boredom reigns.
Wishing things could liven up,
my cup, no longer half full.
And all the bull I have to take and
break through uncool stages of
meditated morbid happiness and
ugliness, all while not at all
liking anything going on right now.
And so I say, "Good day."
My way, I go, to hope
tomorrow won't be the same.