My life as I know is rolling like erosion.
Rock by rock the mountain is worn away.
Its function now seems passed, confusion
Disorientated sight, the processor has many errors
That refuse to reveal when I attempt a scan.
Embedded into my system and causing much
Damage, like picking apples from a knowledged
Tree and leaving the branches of ignorance.
Making logic of life is beyond conception
The struggles today have by no means been a struggle
The jaunt to that land have implemented a struggle
Making laughable scenarios a walk in the dark
Bright and warm is the climate of my struggle,
Breaking Shakespeare’s pathetic rule,
These days don’t reflect my mindset
While the world chirps, my sound is a grunt
Thinking how to escape the wheel of rebirth
Assessing and reflecting on the time gone now
But the past is the foundation for the future,
The road I walk now is dark and bewildering
My wits refuse to grant leeway
2006-06-07
01:10:40
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The key done closed or lock on the latch?
Is this some phase that that I must endure
What makes professional feel so amateur?
The clear validation seems to be magic,
Envious eyes generating bad karma.
Ashes to ashes and reincarnation,
My departure will crumble the climate.
Much a mark I have made on this world,
The hustle and bustle, silenced.
You will remember me, for a moment or two.
And then memory will stay, for love, it stays true.
2006-06-07
01:34:00 ·
update #1