Jan 25, 2004 00:23
im a mile from the ground, slowly floating down. i feel like my life is a cycle, a machine about to break. im a robot. is this the roller coaster. im in neutral. im at a stop light. what will happened next. after the waiting room thats it. whats behind the doors. is it light. yellow light is what i imagine. looking out at the world from atop. glaring at the river of opportunites yet not knowing how to get there. the storm is coming. i dont think im prepared, but i must deal when it arrives. one step after another. it will happen. i will smile. there will be one day i get off the merry go round. not today. not tomorrow. the day will come. my technicolor dream will be over. but my memories will remain. i can then lie on the ground. i sleep.