(WARNING EMO) Questions
I'm a simple journeyman of ways and means
Moving with the ebb and flow of life and it's ways
No matter how true a course
My decisions bring nothing but complications.
Problems, inconveniences, vexes, stress; they're just words for what my shoulders feel, the weight of my world.
Do I intentionally flounder & gasp for my peace, creating conflict in a pool already too shallow?
I want to keep it simple, being as forthright & honest as I can.
But I do manipulate. I outright lie to those I love & cherish, or whom I presume to be friend.
I manipulate so as not to hurt others feelings; I believe lies can be good, eve if I hate myself for them.
What happens if I love my life, but hate myself? Do I change my life to be happy; or let my life change me so that I become happy?
I feel content when I'm useful & working; I have a natural compulsion to work & create.
But what makes me content also contributes to the weight & edges of my influence closing in upon me.
Since being small to growing bigger, my perception of times dance seems to move faster; the days flow much faster, and I feel I accomplish less. Does that mean I focus harder and more often? Or is it an inherent change in me, tremoring of the aging moving throughout my body?
I feel I have not enought time to finish what I start.
I know I will die, and I'm fine with that.
I fear my body will reject ages flavor, and in so I'll be rendered feeble & useless.
This taste greets me every morning as I reach for my eyes to start my day.
It's funny, the bathroom. I look at my image, and I haven't changed. Yet pictures tell me something different. If I've always been staring at the same person, why doesn't it feel like it?
Moving with the ebb and flow of life and it's ways
No matter how true a course
My decisions bring nothing but complications.
Problems, inconveniences, vexes, stress; they're just words for what my shoulders feel, the weight of my world.
Do I intentionally flounder & gasp for my peace, creating conflict in a pool already too shallow?
I want to keep it simple, being as forthright & honest as I can.
But I do manipulate. I outright lie to those I love & cherish, or whom I presume to be friend.
I manipulate so as not to hurt others feelings; I believe lies can be good, eve if I hate myself for them.
What happens if I love my life, but hate myself? Do I change my life to be happy; or let my life change me so that I become happy?
I feel content when I'm useful & working; I have a natural compulsion to work & create.
But what makes me content also contributes to the weight & edges of my influence closing in upon me.
Since being small to growing bigger, my perception of times dance seems to move faster; the days flow much faster, and I feel I accomplish less. Does that mean I focus harder and more often? Or is it an inherent change in me, tremoring of the aging moving throughout my body?
I feel I have not enought time to finish what I start.
I know I will die, and I'm fine with that.
I fear my body will reject ages flavor, and in so I'll be rendered feeble & useless.
This taste greets me every morning as I reach for my eyes to start my day.
It's funny, the bathroom. I look at my image, and I haven't changed. Yet pictures tell me something different. If I've always been staring at the same person, why doesn't it feel like it?