(no subject)
I am not who I was four years ago and I am happy for that. I am old enough to realize the foolishness of the past but young enough to still be a fool.
The question remains, earth or steel?
I haven't chosen yet. I feel my mind is extending to a point I couldn't conceive before. I can form myself. Make myself into whatever I choose.
This is freeing, the bindings that I didn't even know existed are letting loose.
I just want to hold your hand, as we stand on top of this concrete and steel madness, and survey the chaos driven not by logic but pathos.
I'll predict each step to greatness or madness.
Mind games? hardly. That involves more precise calculation.
The question remains, earth or steel?
I haven't chosen yet. I feel my mind is extending to a point I couldn't conceive before. I can form myself. Make myself into whatever I choose.
This is freeing, the bindings that I didn't even know existed are letting loose.
I just want to hold your hand, as we stand on top of this concrete and steel madness, and survey the chaos driven not by logic but pathos.
I'll predict each step to greatness or madness.
Mind games? hardly. That involves more precise calculation.