so there's this road i take. and it has lots of stoplights. one after another. red after red or green after green. on a nice day it alternates. on a bad day it makes me slow down. but in the end its the road. its the road i take home. its the road i take away from home. its my road.
oftentimes this road makes me happy either way. for its never a one way. but there comes those days when i can barely see where i am going. Whether it's the water pouring from the clouds or that from my eyes, I still can't see the road that I know like the back of my hand. it's unsettling sure, but there is a thrill in that change.
change. oh i wish i could change. change me, change time, change everything and yet. change nothing, nothing. at. all.
tears. my life is full of them. i am sensitive. i am egotistical and have a superiority complex of course. my pride gets hurt easily and for once, i just want to be the best god damn it. why is that so hard?
oftentimes this road makes me happy either way. for its never a one way. but there comes those days when i can barely see where i am going. Whether it's the water pouring from the clouds or that from my eyes, I still can't see the road that I know like the back of my hand. it's unsettling sure, but there is a thrill in that change.
change. oh i wish i could change. change me, change time, change everything and yet. change nothing, nothing. at. all.
tears. my life is full of them. i am sensitive. i am egotistical and have a superiority complex of course. my pride gets hurt easily and for once, i just want to be the best god damn it. why is that so hard?
