October 24, 2012

• The Border

  

   

  Walking home towards the Lake

  Listening to Take Care by Drake

  Reflecting on my life

  Realizing I try so hard I could cut the stress with a knife

  Hitting walls has been a great success for me

  I'm sick of it, I wanna crawl into a hole or climb up a tree

  Hiding from life until it passes

  But if I did that, my troubles would multiply by the masses

  I can't see two inches in front of my face

  Maybe I need better glasses 

  Maybe I can't see on earth, but I can from another planet -- outer space

  I need to better my way of life

  I'm sick of writing about struggle

  I'm sick of using the word strife

  I want new sentences with new vernacular

  No, just new, nothing spectacular

  So what will the bubble diagram show on the chalkboard today?

  Answers without doing the work is a tall order

  Time to get on my feet and move

  Nothing will be accomplished if I don't, not even a quarter

  Time to cross -- I've already reached the border

  Me, my reflections, and I 

  I don't have to prove anything to anybody else

  Just myself, and I aim to do so before I die...

   

  

   

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