Holidays Closing In
With the onset of Christmas and the New Year I've got alot on my mind. We are moving in three days and I've yet to pack up everything not necessary (i.e. Bed, TV, and computer). PS2 is still in pawn and I don't know what the deadline date is on it. I'm struggling to recall everyone who should get a gift and further struggle with raising the money right now for it. I missed early registration date for school so I'm going to have to wait until early January to register. Tons of places to be throughout Christmas Eve till days after New Years.
:: Sigh ::
Everyone has this look right behind there eyes this year. A glimmer of hope... a gleam of depression. Maybe I'm just reflecting myself onto other people? The season of death. The season of geriatric hopefulls blowing off steam in bottles of Yule Tide Scotch and egg nog. Not a chance for remorse for there ammassed sins for the year. Calling themselves to a higher purpose, pushed on faith, placed on the mantel, and forgotten til Sunday mornings on the off season of Football. Throwing diapers in the parking lot for some underpaid ostrich, to afraid of the world and afraid of dieing, to pick it up lest complaints be filed in triplicate at the Beureau of Records. Stuck in a perpetual shift, not knowing, not seeing, that what lies ahead for them is but a grease stain on the time line highway.
EXIT NOW.. too late.. looks like we will have to turn around...
:: Sigh ::
Everyone has this look right behind there eyes this year. A glimmer of hope... a gleam of depression. Maybe I'm just reflecting myself onto other people? The season of death. The season of geriatric hopefulls blowing off steam in bottles of Yule Tide Scotch and egg nog. Not a chance for remorse for there ammassed sins for the year. Calling themselves to a higher purpose, pushed on faith, placed on the mantel, and forgotten til Sunday mornings on the off season of Football. Throwing diapers in the parking lot for some underpaid ostrich, to afraid of the world and afraid of dieing, to pick it up lest complaints be filed in triplicate at the Beureau of Records. Stuck in a perpetual shift, not knowing, not seeing, that what lies ahead for them is but a grease stain on the time line highway.
EXIT NOW.. too late.. looks like we will have to turn around...