Why does one question himself? The false hopes kill the spirit and become ill stricken with depression. The moments last and the one is left out. When someone is alone for a while habits and routines happen. The lonely get warped into a paradox of fallacies. Everything you were taught is a lie. The storm cap is on, the brain storm is running the moment! Life is a disaster, the vision becomes blurry. It is not ones mind, but path that leads him to his dreams. No, not the night time dreams, but the goals set in stone and the quest for a better life for him and all. The conversation dries up, when do you become physical? - the last skill to be learn.
I suppose if master were here, he would show disgust, I am a terrible student, my mind gets in the way of the path. Activate your mood. It is ironic how you set yourself up. When you’re about to leave you finally do not care, for your ticket is already stamped. “Destination, future ahead!” Yells the conductor, “next step the future!” Next time stay longer. The time put in is the investment that will grow through the years. Soon the rays will hit you. So you’ll be alone, you’ve been alone for far too long. Recommendations rang out the years, there is a better world than this. Take advantage of technology and planes before one of these days you’ll be sucked into the local area. It will not be long until the time arrives, wait fuck what they think. They are not my friends. My friends will be traveling with me through the years. They will support me either way.
Where’s the support system these days? Life is great, wow thank you mister trickster! My mind is rapidly running every minute. The questions overshadow the bigger picture. They need to get out of my mind, for my thought patterns are confused and jumbled!!!
Dear the Negatives,
Why mistake me for that? You do not create the path, it just comes, decisions arrive at key parts, play the cards right and be gone with the negative naivers. You preach and preach about being strong, your body is not strong, your brain is medium rare. Turn on the gears and turn it on again. The scenes are seasonal, friends are daily! Walk out that ridged door, take a strong breath of that country air, no one cares, you have the free will to just be confident. Your voice was not today. Weak all around you, where’s the self discipline? Four months I asked, that’ll be the time which I will be ready. “Yes I will,” I shouted. You caught a winter bug, time to climb out of that glacier.
This is what happens when all around you is negative energy. One moment you have a clear thought and a future, sarcasm occurs, other people bring the positives back to the minus sign. When you see yourself in a sea of drowning hopes you must rise up above through the algae and plankton to the surface. There, on the surface your lonely life will breathe fresh air and natural occurrences happen with the primitive instincts that are imbedded in our genes. It is a shame that the negatives have to gang up on the one positive, when all the positive is doing is trying to show people that life can be happy. Tragedy units, until that point occurs the opposite ends will continue to be the current polarity.
“Alright, outside is nice,
Warm and not cold.
This cold is killing,
Spending your days dying,
Trying to keep warm,
Is not the life,
Strong is survival.”
I suppose if master were here, he would show disgust, I am a terrible student, my mind gets in the way of the path. Activate your mood. It is ironic how you set yourself up. When you’re about to leave you finally do not care, for your ticket is already stamped. “Destination, future ahead!” Yells the conductor, “next step the future!” Next time stay longer. The time put in is the investment that will grow through the years. Soon the rays will hit you. So you’ll be alone, you’ve been alone for far too long. Recommendations rang out the years, there is a better world than this. Take advantage of technology and planes before one of these days you’ll be sucked into the local area. It will not be long until the time arrives, wait fuck what they think. They are not my friends. My friends will be traveling with me through the years. They will support me either way.
Where’s the support system these days? Life is great, wow thank you mister trickster! My mind is rapidly running every minute. The questions overshadow the bigger picture. They need to get out of my mind, for my thought patterns are confused and jumbled!!!
Dear the Negatives,
Why mistake me for that? You do not create the path, it just comes, decisions arrive at key parts, play the cards right and be gone with the negative naivers. You preach and preach about being strong, your body is not strong, your brain is medium rare. Turn on the gears and turn it on again. The scenes are seasonal, friends are daily! Walk out that ridged door, take a strong breath of that country air, no one cares, you have the free will to just be confident. Your voice was not today. Weak all around you, where’s the self discipline? Four months I asked, that’ll be the time which I will be ready. “Yes I will,” I shouted. You caught a winter bug, time to climb out of that glacier.
This is what happens when all around you is negative energy. One moment you have a clear thought and a future, sarcasm occurs, other people bring the positives back to the minus sign. When you see yourself in a sea of drowning hopes you must rise up above through the algae and plankton to the surface. There, on the surface your lonely life will breathe fresh air and natural occurrences happen with the primitive instincts that are imbedded in our genes. It is a shame that the negatives have to gang up on the one positive, when all the positive is doing is trying to show people that life can be happy. Tragedy units, until that point occurs the opposite ends will continue to be the current polarity.
“Alright, outside is nice,
Warm and not cold.
This cold is killing,
Spending your days dying,
Trying to keep warm,
Is not the life,
Strong is survival.”
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