(no subject)
my brain is blank
like a gun shooting off blanks
no harm
just noise.
but is it really?
no harm no foul?
foul a word similar to soul.
but the whole idea is a flaw in the sole of our shoes.
making sense to nobody
except the people that wear them.
am i wearing shoes?
or soul-less shoes?
how can you tell?
some say the stars hold all the answers.
yet the stars can't talk.
nobody really talks.
being humans; it's just in our nature.
not to talk but to voice our opinions
with the only hope in mind.
to spark some sort of controversy
upsetting somebody
so we can become the vigilanti
and save the day.
be it with comic relief or a big expense account.
but in the end it makes less sense
than what i'm typing now.
as my fingers flow to the keys, never ending.
could i go on forever?
but then i'm stopped by the ultimate blockade.
in the head of the moment
i question myself of what i might do.
will i do the honorable thing-
stick up for what i believe.
or take the easier path already marked out for me.
is it nature or hate?
to hate people,
animals,
life as a whole.
everybody says they hate somebody or something
at sometime in their life.
but do we really?
what is hate but an emotion?
then, what's an emotion?
something simple that could be conveyed in a facial expression
or something that makes no sense to not one person?
not some people, but all people.
do we really know our emotions
we express them differently.
then how do they have the same name.
time runs out.
peace doggies.
hope you enjoyed it.