There's a point in your life where you ran out of excuses. You just want to sit in the sidelines and take a good glance at what's around, but then you're suddenly put on the spotlight and you just have to go with what you got. You have done this process countless times; some were successful, and some were times when you learned from it. You're tired, but you won't give in. It's a satisfying finish line, but not a pleasant journey. You want to have a break from the race and stop by Taco Bell. Yet, you don't like Taco Bell. You're in the mood for sushi. & I'm stating a horrible "for instance" situation that makes no sense. Sorry, I have a rusty imagination. But anyway, you're just like everyone else, so you need something special about yourself. You can't help but be proud. You want to be the best you can be, which is a common goal of the human mind. You're in a hungry need for inspiration. You're looking for it in the wrong places. You seem to feel troubled, but you keep searching. You suddenly realize why you wanted to start that race in the beginning. You lose your mind, and started taking risks. You're losing yourself, but you don't seem to break a sweat. You didn't really know who you were your whole life. You're scared. Yet, you run with it. This scenario is allll very complicated, jaded, but unknown every time it takes its course. What do you do? You keep spinning in circles. You keep wearing the same red sweater from last winter. You like to make up stories and keep secrets. You feel like blah. You forget why you're special. You consider about your past and drew a blank on why you said things that meant a lot to you in those moments. You prepare for the future. It's approaching. Nothing matters anymore. You keep spinning. The sensation awakens you, and suddenly, it doesn't. You're like everyone else. You're suppose to feel this way. You're like an old song. Your voice is your compass. The world is handing you the mic. & this, this is what makes you sing. This is my neverending circumstance.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
you're like an old song.
There's a point in your life where you ran out of excuses. You just want to sit in the sidelines and take a good glance at what's around, but then you're suddenly put on the spotlight and you just have to go with what you got. You have done this process countless times; some were successful, and some were times when you learned from it. You're tired, but you won't give in. It's a satisfying finish line, but not a pleasant journey. You want to have a break from the race and stop by Taco Bell. Yet, you don't like Taco Bell. You're in the mood for sushi. & I'm stating a horrible "for instance" situation that makes no sense. Sorry, I have a rusty imagination. But anyway, you're just like everyone else, so you need something special about yourself. You can't help but be proud. You want to be the best you can be, which is a common goal of the human mind. You're in a hungry need for inspiration. You're looking for it in the wrong places. You seem to feel troubled, but you keep searching. You suddenly realize why you wanted to start that race in the beginning. You lose your mind, and started taking risks. You're losing yourself, but you don't seem to break a sweat. You didn't really know who you were your whole life. You're scared. Yet, you run with it. This scenario is allll very complicated, jaded, but unknown every time it takes its course. What do you do? You keep spinning in circles. You keep wearing the same red sweater from last winter. You like to make up stories and keep secrets. You feel like blah. You forget why you're special. You consider about your past and drew a blank on why you said things that meant a lot to you in those moments. You prepare for the future. It's approaching. Nothing matters anymore. You keep spinning. The sensation awakens you, and suddenly, it doesn't. You're like everyone else. You're suppose to feel this way. You're like an old song. Your voice is your compass. The world is handing you the mic. & this, this is what makes you sing. This is my neverending circumstance.