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...