Up

Fuck the systems. Fuck the systems that hold us in place, that keep us here moving only in the direction of norm. These ever binding, ever tightening straps that choke away that what once was. There is only a glimmer of that fabulous childhood that we had. Was it so great or are we reminiscing of times that were sad? Are we polishing up the past, to make the present seem dull? Were do we go from here, where does this small little path take us? It seems to wind through every part of town, were we talk to every bum insight. We are them, we just haven't fallen off the path yet. We keep on the tightrope walk of death, only to live when we fall. Can we hold on, can we grasp what we once use to. The hopes, dreams and goals, are they still there, or are they different? Different, but the same only grown, aged with us. Have they changed completely, new morals have been built to better suit society, better to conform with my dear. Maybe we should hold on to what we had, in the immature, naive state of mind... Could that be the root of all problems, we grow up?

The Struggle

Hmm, the question is my friend. Am I going to make it through. When I sit here late a night crying, the music comes out. Can you help me through or am I going to push through. I am going to struggle to the top of the pile, I am going to sit on the mountain that I created and look down with pride. I am going to get everything handed to me, laying out in front of me to pick the breadcrumbs of my future. They say forget all that, you are never going to make it; your dreams are no ones reality. You are stuck in a past, and are in a circle. I broke out of the at ring long ago, why can’t you see through your blind eyes of childhood to see where I have gone now. I am there, I have always been, and will continue to be. I want so much, I crave so much, and I need so little. How to get there, can I put more work into my pursuit. I am going to find what I am happy with, won’t I. My life is like a movie, kinda like your movie. We flow and move together in such harmony, the movement of one. There will always be the protagonist that eats away at everything we have ever worked for, but we out run. We are always running, never stopping. Tired, we are tired, but that doesn’t stop us. We want love, we want a hug. We need nothing, and will receive nothing. We will work at everything we are given, we will work for everything we are given. I will never look back, only remember history.

It was the morning...

1- What the hell was that for!!
2- What??
1- Calling me in the dead of night!
2- I called you at 12:45...
1- I KNOW!
2- In the afternoon...
1- I KNOW! How irresponsible of you, that's early morning.
2- You had a class in 15 mins.
1- I know... kind of mean of them putting a class so early eh.
2- ....
1- Hmm, well anyway, next time call in the evening or afternoon.
2- Umm.... I will try that... next time...
1- What did we talk about anyway? It was to early I can't remember.
2- IT WAS 12 IN THE AFt.,uh, BHlagag.. I needed a ruler for class.
1- Oh, did you find it?
2- Yes...
1- Oh good, good.

You have words...

Damn it man, use them! You have them don't you? Well of course you do, you did exclaim that stupid sentence to me a second ago. That was real stupid of you. Not only what you said, but how you said it. I am not a stickler for proper grammar, but that was repugnant. How, but, gah... WHY do you continue to speak? No one wants to hear you. You repulse us with every word that dribbles out of your mouth. You open the seething cesspool and nothing but idiocy pours out in great droves. But, we all listen and nod our heads, why is that?