I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
The dogs on Main Street howl
cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
The dogs on Main Street howl
cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
-for Ingy
It'll get better
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
The dogs on Main Street howl
cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
The dogs on Main Street howl
cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land
-for Ingy
It'll get better
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I hate that I have to find some way of getting myself published 15 times before the end of the semester or I don't graduate...I also hate that my school's literary magazine does zip, so it's even harder for me to get my 15 pieces published before May....the eternal evening question, "where can I find a paper/newsletter/journal that is willing to print 15 of my pieces in a matter of months?"....if only they would have flown with the whole "literary newsletter" idea last semester, but Nooooo!!! they had to screw everything up and putz around and do nothing...now all my hopes are shattered....all I can do is pray (to whom, I don't know) that somehow I can get at least 8 pieces in the literary journal they do every year and be the editor of the poetry section...then I might be able to graduate on time like all the other little kiddies in my class....
I may have to ponder over this for the evening before my 9am class in the morning....maybe the snow will cancel or postpone classes so I can ponder even longer than I normally would....hmmm.......
off to spend some time with Tivo, Tofutti, and my wildly spinning mind....
hope your day goes extra swell tomorrow