How much longer will this last. Sometimes I think forever is not enough. Or maybe too much? This is an unguarded moment and I am alone. And yet I am happy. The trouble with other people is simply this. . .they are not you and never will be you. The sweetest wound is the one made by the person you love enough to forget yourself for. And I yearn for the other side. Is this oblivion? Are we home yet? Is this all of it? Are you a God fearing man? Will you stand by and let them win? Let the fearfull idiot savants who think they know what is best for everyone. The medicine's effects are undocumented but it cures the disease's that keep us outside the ideal. Away from the people on the idiot box who are so much better then all of us. Can you feel the coming storm. Have you looked into the abyss of our souls.
I will never be what you want you to be, Never. . .I would rather die.
I will never be what you want you to be, Never. . .I would rather die.
Answers to questions (following I yearn for the other side):
1) Yes
2) No
3) Yes
4) No
5) Never! Take up the arms!
My mom used to call the TV the idiot box. I always loved that term. Ever read Neil Postmans Amusing Ourselves to Death its worth a look.
Final answers:
1) No
2) Yes
3) Thats ok. You be whatever you want to be.