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It was a chilly day in January...
We all come to this point in our lives, it seems
When we sit in a chair with a sad expression, bemoaning our troubles
Most of us admitting to our anger over the tiniest foibles, admitting that we live the life of luxury
But we are still uneasy, unfullfilled
What is missing?
Nothing.
But why isnt life perfect? Why not?
Because the little things get to you.
Those little comments you overhear from strangers- discussing your failing points
Why should they matter?
New situations that seem uncomfortable and terrifying
Feeling alone in a crowd- wanting to be alone one moment and then wishing you were on stage the next
Wanting the attention, fearing the attention
FINDING WHO YOU ARE.
Fearing what you find.
It's exhausting- more so when you are not busy all the time. Free time makes you think, allows you to dream
But nightmares are only dreams gone bad
and opened eyes are often parallel to closed
Dont sing baby a lullaby- what happens when the lights are off and the mind moves?
like lightning, whispering and quick, strikingly beautiful.
Life.
We all come to this point in our lives, it seems
When we sit in a chair with a sad expression, bemoaning our troubles
Most of us admitting to our anger over the tiniest foibles, admitting that we live the life of luxury
But we are still uneasy, unfullfilled
What is missing?
Nothing.
But why isnt life perfect? Why not?
Because the little things get to you.
Those little comments you overhear from strangers- discussing your failing points
Why should they matter?
New situations that seem uncomfortable and terrifying
Feeling alone in a crowd- wanting to be alone one moment and then wishing you were on stage the next
Wanting the attention, fearing the attention
FINDING WHO YOU ARE.
Fearing what you find.
It's exhausting- more so when you are not busy all the time. Free time makes you think, allows you to dream
But nightmares are only dreams gone bad
and opened eyes are often parallel to closed
Dont sing baby a lullaby- what happens when the lights are off and the mind moves?
like lightning, whispering and quick, strikingly beautiful.
Life.