Dec 03, 2006 03:30
A reoccurring circle that seems to be the universe in which I spin
out of control my universe spins
The cosmos aligned against my fortune and against my moves
the life of the universe is fickle
I cant believe how a toilet reminds me of my karma
tripped and confused I seem to fall
The decisions I make seem to take me further away from my goals
the rhyme of reason has nothing to do with me
Today I smelled the smells of life and thought it was garbage
the sun shines but my back is turned
A thought occurs that I can not fight the cosmos
to be with the guardians of my fortune
I can not believe what continues to be my shinning grace
peace....love.....beer