My problems lately
My problems lately are, not of my design, but I've played a part in the construction of most of them... I hate it, maybe the fact that I struggle my damnedest to do right by the world, by myself, and by people and I just manage to fuck things up as bad as if I hadn't tried and worse that if I'd just stayed home and not subjected myself to the world, and vice versa.
I used to think the world was a better place for my being in it... That started ego-centrism, but after a certain point I stopped taking it for granted and started trying to make that happen... To make the world a better place for my involvement in it...
But instead of skipping through life with flowers springing from my foot falls, like in my day dreams... The smell of shit must follow me or something... Sometimes I feel like a Pariah, or some harbinger of ill omen.
I used to think the world was a better place for my being in it... That started ego-centrism, but after a certain point I stopped taking it for granted and started trying to make that happen... To make the world a better place for my involvement in it...
But instead of skipping through life with flowers springing from my foot falls, like in my day dreams... The smell of shit must follow me or something... Sometimes I feel like a Pariah, or some harbinger of ill omen.