Hold Onto Dreams We Collide, We Had Our Futures, Our Resons, Our Fingers On The Trigger
Yesterday
was my birthday, a great day. I spent the night with people I find dear
to me, but things just find themselves to be missing in my life.
I feel as if I'm on the ground, amongst the shaded green, orange, and yellow leaves where everything is dreary and my life's only happy moments occur when I can see the sunshine pearing through the forest canopy. I think I've found my tree house and I've seen it for some time now. There enlies the problem. The person in that treehouse, doesn't want to throw the rope ladder down and give me an answer. Now as fall comes to a close and these leaves become more and more scarce due to the white carpet that now blankets my forest of hopes, I can see a fire burning in the tree house. That or She I should say has become my moment of happiness. The only thing that I can do is drop my aspirations of spending the winter in the company of something I desire or hunker down and let life come to a standstill as I wait for her to straighten things out.
I think too much lately, never about the future, only the past. I should be getting ready for college, but middle school still needs to be visited on more time. I found some videos on my computer the other night. They were from two years ago, my birthday. I sent them to Liz as soon as possible, because she's the only one who doesn't ever hesitate to grasp the past with me every once and awhile. I have little flashbacks in my head when I should be doing things of worth, things that already happened. Do you ever wish you could have just been there more just to influence somebody's life more, not necesarily on a peer pressure level, just to mentor. We used to scoff at the fact that others had sex and smoked the herb that nobody around us had even dared to try in fear that we would become everything that we hated. Somewhere we went astray, not myself, but others. They sold it, smoked it, and drank more than their fare share of it. Some of us grew up or got caught, others have been comsumed. Lost in the wave that has now swept every hour, minute, second of our life. The only thing I want now is for something really bad to happen to those people so they can wake up from their state of inebriation and walk outside instead of stumble. I find myself in awe sometimes at the waste of life before me. I think thats what makes me embrace the great deal that I have, seeing others with so little. I've seen this stip away from whole families. Have you ever seen a seven year old cry because her Daddy wan't home, I have. Have you ever thought about what it does to everyone around you. Open your fucking eyes. Grow the fuck up. Clean your act up. Because I love you, but hate what you are.
I feel as if I'm on the ground, amongst the shaded green, orange, and yellow leaves where everything is dreary and my life's only happy moments occur when I can see the sunshine pearing through the forest canopy. I think I've found my tree house and I've seen it for some time now. There enlies the problem. The person in that treehouse, doesn't want to throw the rope ladder down and give me an answer. Now as fall comes to a close and these leaves become more and more scarce due to the white carpet that now blankets my forest of hopes, I can see a fire burning in the tree house. That or She I should say has become my moment of happiness. The only thing that I can do is drop my aspirations of spending the winter in the company of something I desire or hunker down and let life come to a standstill as I wait for her to straighten things out.
I think too much lately, never about the future, only the past. I should be getting ready for college, but middle school still needs to be visited on more time. I found some videos on my computer the other night. They were from two years ago, my birthday. I sent them to Liz as soon as possible, because she's the only one who doesn't ever hesitate to grasp the past with me every once and awhile. I have little flashbacks in my head when I should be doing things of worth, things that already happened. Do you ever wish you could have just been there more just to influence somebody's life more, not necesarily on a peer pressure level, just to mentor. We used to scoff at the fact that others had sex and smoked the herb that nobody around us had even dared to try in fear that we would become everything that we hated. Somewhere we went astray, not myself, but others. They sold it, smoked it, and drank more than their fare share of it. Some of us grew up or got caught, others have been comsumed. Lost in the wave that has now swept every hour, minute, second of our life. The only thing I want now is for something really bad to happen to those people so they can wake up from their state of inebriation and walk outside instead of stumble. I find myself in awe sometimes at the waste of life before me. I think thats what makes me embrace the great deal that I have, seeing others with so little. I've seen this stip away from whole families. Have you ever seen a seven year old cry because her Daddy wan't home, I have. Have you ever thought about what it does to everyone around you. Open your fucking eyes. Grow the fuck up. Clean your act up. Because I love you, but hate what you are.