cursed are we...
Cursed are we who believe in tomorrow
that everything has a gold lining
a shimmer of hope to think that we are all made of life.
We bleed and sweat and shed a tear
to the agony and the extacy of existence
Praying that tomorrow will bring something better
Something pleasant
Cursed are we to think that we can make it all worth while
thinking that we can make time stand still
We're always running to catch up
Sprinting back to the beginning
the friction of our lives frantically erroding
Here we are, back at the drawing board
Driving lines and connecting dots
Blessed are we to live in our ignorance of a future
Living to only make our minds happy
our thoughts free, our hearts full
constantly trying to escape the harshness of reality
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i can't seem to find words to express my feelings at this moment, the poem above is all that came out. I don't understand, maybe i never will, but i know one thing, my feelings are still there, deeper than any valley that has been put upon this world. It flows, burns, and consumes. I don't know what the future holds for me, again, i may never will. It's still a learning process about myself, knowing what my limits are, what my full potential is, and what drives me to be me. I don't care what people have to say about me, they are only words, and granted, they may be sharper than any blade, but the scars left will make me stronger, make me feel alive.
Are we truly destined? or Fated? Did we ever have control of ourselves? If not, who does, and how do i get it back? I do not believe that there is a plan for me, i believe that i make my own plans, my own path.
ah what do i know, we as people think too much and act too little.
Whatever.
I'm out.
that everything has a gold lining
a shimmer of hope to think that we are all made of life.
We bleed and sweat and shed a tear
to the agony and the extacy of existence
Praying that tomorrow will bring something better
Something pleasant
Cursed are we to think that we can make it all worth while
thinking that we can make time stand still
We're always running to catch up
Sprinting back to the beginning
the friction of our lives frantically erroding
Here we are, back at the drawing board
Driving lines and connecting dots
Blessed are we to live in our ignorance of a future
Living to only make our minds happy
our thoughts free, our hearts full
constantly trying to escape the harshness of reality
-----------------------------------------------------
i can't seem to find words to express my feelings at this moment, the poem above is all that came out. I don't understand, maybe i never will, but i know one thing, my feelings are still there, deeper than any valley that has been put upon this world. It flows, burns, and consumes. I don't know what the future holds for me, again, i may never will. It's still a learning process about myself, knowing what my limits are, what my full potential is, and what drives me to be me. I don't care what people have to say about me, they are only words, and granted, they may be sharper than any blade, but the scars left will make me stronger, make me feel alive.
Are we truly destined? or Fated? Did we ever have control of ourselves? If not, who does, and how do i get it back? I do not believe that there is a plan for me, i believe that i make my own plans, my own path.
ah what do i know, we as people think too much and act too little.
Whatever.
I'm out.