*Every moment of time’s just an answer to find...
At most, life's current status is shit.
I'm counting on The Big Guy to pull me through or pull me out.
I'd say I'm hoping on the latter, but that's just too much negativity which reiterating would not assist in making anything any less complicated or stressful.
Instead, I'll continue to meander through life and work out or work through the leather.
What an amazing word is MEANDER? By definition it is to follow a winding and turning course; to move aimlessly and idly without fixed direction.
That is the complete character and denotation of a pointless existence.
It is conclusively apparent that I am in one of the knots right now.
The trepidation and tension I feel can only be attributed to the resistance and pressure I'm pushing against.
I feel as though I am leaning against a solid concrete wall, using all of my weight and energy to move it.
Obviously, the wall isn't moving otherwise there'd be no explanation for the painful force knocking me down.
Eventually though, you figure out how to knock down the wall to get through or you find your way around it. Clearly, I'm not to that point, but I'll get there.
I'm worn out right now. I can't push. My body is exhausted and my mind is polluted and vague thus the explanation for my present unavailing state.
All of this without fingers pointed, with out lines drawn in any direction but in those of possible resolution to solution.
And this is from Monday Night...
Fall out, fall through, fall apart
The endless cycle once I start
Plan B, Plan C, watch it go
And crumble into broken hope
I'm counting on The Big Guy to pull me through or pull me out.
I'd say I'm hoping on the latter, but that's just too much negativity which reiterating would not assist in making anything any less complicated or stressful.
Instead, I'll continue to meander through life and work out or work through the leather.
What an amazing word is MEANDER? By definition it is to follow a winding and turning course; to move aimlessly and idly without fixed direction.
That is the complete character and denotation of a pointless existence.
It is conclusively apparent that I am in one of the knots right now.
The trepidation and tension I feel can only be attributed to the resistance and pressure I'm pushing against.
I feel as though I am leaning against a solid concrete wall, using all of my weight and energy to move it.
Obviously, the wall isn't moving otherwise there'd be no explanation for the painful force knocking me down.
Eventually though, you figure out how to knock down the wall to get through or you find your way around it. Clearly, I'm not to that point, but I'll get there.
I'm worn out right now. I can't push. My body is exhausted and my mind is polluted and vague thus the explanation for my present unavailing state.
All of this without fingers pointed, with out lines drawn in any direction but in those of possible resolution to solution.
And this is from Monday Night...
Fall out, fall through, fall apart
The endless cycle once I start
Plan B, Plan C, watch it go
And crumble into broken hope