Today I realized, that I no longer care that I'm lame.
I'm done with the bullshit and people's little games.
So bring it if you're coming along,
Just don't bring shit that I might step in.
I've been sucked into another portion of my subconscious and I don't think I can get out.
Respondent to the listending while my inner voice is speaking.
At least its cozy in here, and things seem to be pretty upbeat.
Though it feels like a large part of me's missin.
I'm sure I will turn up around here sooner or later.
I'd have to get back to me at some point in time.
Right?
Will I ever feel the same?
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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