playing with words
i came across an old
thought, i had.
Once.
A long time ago,
yesterday felt much
like today does.
So i figured tomorrow i will die.
Death makes me laugh,
except when crying.
My pillows will one day
Sell my secrets to the tabloids, I'm almost sure of it.
its been a couple of minutes since I took my
first breath, and a couple hours
since I learned a second language.
Time to repaint my walls,
their gossip is getting way todark for me.
I'm almost possitive
I will continue to be a pessamist,
but I'm optimistic about becoming a better speller.
Throughtout my life i've
realized that realizing dreams
can't be done with a healthy sleeping schedule.
My doctor says i think too much,
i think he doesnt have a clue,
that i dont pay attention
to what he says.
My pshycologist expects me
to believe that there is nothing
wrong with me, but she drives
me crazy with all those invoices.
Today i ran into anold buddy of mine.
So we spoke, mainly about
watching where we're going.
Life can be...

all ive ever wanted is, was, and...
has it all become forgotten.
all ive ever wanted is
absolute truth.
absolute triumph.
absolut vodka
absolute sadness.
a completion of my own thoughts,
and better understanding of
where i stand.
im tired of running in cyrcles around this topic.

::downloading::

in the process of growing old
im forgetting who i was as a child,
and my thoughts have become tainted
as to who i really am.
where i came from,
should guide where im going.
but ive forgotten my way back home,
so how shall i ever know where to rebuild my house?