I am sad...but I know joy comes in the morning..
I think to myself..
Who are these people? These people I once knew and hung out with. I check up on them, read their journals, check their myspace's, and every other pathetic thing they have to make them feel loved. I see them asking for comments, posting about things that seem tragic to them, waiting for someone's response. Someone to tell them it's okay. I do it too. It's dumb and we all know we should do something better with our time. But, maybe we don't know, we don't know because we haven't thought about it. We're so caught up in the silly games we play, the games we play on others, on ourselves, the games we play and know we can win at, which is why we play them. We don't play for the excitement of, "hey, I may loose at this, but atleast I know I gave it my best shot." We play because we know we can win. We know we can twist others to our will and our own selfish desires. Do any of us know that there is another world out there? Do any of us care?
Who are you? What are you doing? Who am I? What am I doing?
I don't have it figured out, but atleast I've got the cure. This life, this endless game playing should make you sick, but does it? Do you care? Do you think there is anything else out there? There is.
Just look.
Who are these people? These people I once knew and hung out with. I check up on them, read their journals, check their myspace's, and every other pathetic thing they have to make them feel loved. I see them asking for comments, posting about things that seem tragic to them, waiting for someone's response. Someone to tell them it's okay. I do it too. It's dumb and we all know we should do something better with our time. But, maybe we don't know, we don't know because we haven't thought about it. We're so caught up in the silly games we play, the games we play on others, on ourselves, the games we play and know we can win at, which is why we play them. We don't play for the excitement of, "hey, I may loose at this, but atleast I know I gave it my best shot." We play because we know we can win. We know we can twist others to our will and our own selfish desires. Do any of us know that there is another world out there? Do any of us care?
Who are you? What are you doing? Who am I? What am I doing?
I don't have it figured out, but atleast I've got the cure. This life, this endless game playing should make you sick, but does it? Do you care? Do you think there is anything else out there? There is.
Just look.