Nah that’s cliche, shits already been said
Darkness isn’t a friend, more of a comfort
Where I lay, pitch with no shirt
Standing by and waiting, but waiting for what then?
Pretending I’m the man and running shit like Benson
I’m really not, I sit around and think
Get scared then immediately sink
Exterior ain’t what it seems
It’s all a magic act with the same common themes
Shits not easy but I’ll take it all with a grain
If I take it all wrong trust me I’ll go insane
If there's anything I can leave here is to remember what we’ve achieved
We’ve grown, grinned, grunted, and grieved
Through it all we became something that wasn’t wrong
We ascended and grew like milk big and strong
None of it was a waste, nor should it seem to be
The promised land is right here for you and me
I’ll stick to what I know, hit the books and such
And sit back and watch, for I’ll know the ending of it all and that I adore very much
No disappointment from my end, not even a hint
It’ll stay clean and fresh, just keep the mint
I can see the future and it may require some change
But stay strong, I know how things play out, just call me Strange"
Quick thoughts while I scramble to get some sleep. I realize my audience is 2 people at a maybe but still this is simply a diary in which I keep these random thoughts. I also notice I do not carry all of my thoughts here either, which could be a good or bad thing. I have not suffered in keeping thoughts to myself so I guess it isn't too bad. I also realize typing while blind does not help me either, luckily I proof read about 3 times to make sure I get my shit right. Well anyways its one of those nights, hopefully this gets somewhere its supposed to. I mean it is the internet I bet some random bored adult from Switzerland will find this and not give it any thought whatsoever. But I'll say this, you're probably a piece of shit but parts of your country are absolutely beautiful. Well, thanks for reading.
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