where it is that I am trying to go,
and what it all really means.
knowing that there is truth out there somewhere,
and it maybe closer then we think.
there are times when I wonder what it is that I am trying to do,
where it is that I am trying to go, and what it all really means. knowing that there is truth out there somewhere, and it maybe closer then we think.
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I have reached the point in my life, when I am beginning to wonder, where does all of the time go? Where do all of the days and the years go?
the dreams that we thought that would be taking us to a better place, now that are thread bare. only the memory of what could have bee, held up to the light of what is. believing with all of my heart, that out there somewhere is a place for dreamers like me. prayers that will always be answered, and that love is always true and pure, the way that it was meant to be. then there is the real world. the place where the rest of the world is. the place that is rough and tumble. hard and unforgiving. not knowing or caring what or who you are. that you have to try and make some sort of sense of it all. believing that in the end, faith and love are the things that will be bringing us all through the fire. yet it still does not answer the question, where does all of the time go? the hours, the days, the years, that we thought would go on forever. until it is to late to get them back. so we face the future with love and a prayer, knowing that it will soon be better. so it goes. press on regardless. how often do we go through our days, not giving much thought to what it is that we are doing, or where it is that we are going. not that I am casting stones, because I can be the biggest one at doing something like that.
we can go on for days, weeks, months, even years, doing the same thing, and not even notice what is right in front of us. I call it, it is right in front of me, that is why I cannot see it syndrome.' the point of all of this, it is just a thought. it is all good,
it is all very good, but would be even better if I had some money, I do not know which I want more , money or fame, I think that I will go with the cash. just because you are famous, doesn't mean that you have any money. some days it happens
and some days it doesn't today it seems to be somewhere in the cracks that is the way that it works out sometimes so this is what we call living
or is it just being alive. who can say for sure but it all just seems to me that after all is said and done, that their must be something more to life then just breathing. still, the only thing that I pray for, is just one more day to perfect my art. I still think that mornings should not start until noon, but here I am anyway, trying to make the best of all of this, but it just doesn't seem to be working..
right now it just seems to me, that all of this just seems to be just out of reach, but I keep on trying. what else is their left to do. ever wonder why
you wonder why things are the way that they are. thinking that their must be more to this then just what it is sometimes it is that simple and that life is so complicated because we have made it that way it is easy to blame God or someone else for things that we should be taking responsibility for where is all of this going well only God knows for sure. I'm sick of all this doubt
I'm sick of all these dower places with their empty words and their false promises I'm sick of all of this doubt I'm sick of all of these false friends and their false emotions I want flowers in my garden not thorns I want roses lining my garden path not thistles but if not for you my friends my special friends I would be far more then just lost when dies it all stop being important,
and just start being much to do about nothing what we think to be important just never seems to come up to what we think that it should be. making the time, to do all of the things that we need to be doing where will we go from here? what will become of the lost
and the lonely and the losers. those who always seem to be around but never seem to get anything accomplished until one day they quietly slip away leaving behind nothing but a memory if they're lucky so this is living, at this time of the morning
this time of the day wishing for something more doing something new wishing for sleep hoping for life knowing that their is a world outside of what it is that I have already seen wishing that it were different this is all that I have right now thinking that I would have something more to say is this as good as life gets coffee and cigarettes |
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