:09 since the day i was born i was scorned, my brow never unfurled my feathers were ruffled and i was terrible with girls, everyone liked me, i saw them as biting the bait i had on the hook another fish from sea the high weather took in front of me, now i'm shook as i look at the time i had, the time i will have and what it is, is that what once was, is what shouldn't be again, so i take the maps from the quests i been in, map out the question burning within, will i ever live again from sin to the ending there is no beginning, just waking up one day and realizing your eyes are in pain from cries caused by burning haze, i want to die this day why is this world this way, i try not to be stereotypical but i'm skeptical at the ritual i see in the media, what is it that people are really believing, i think we are equal with the same gifts desires powers and energies, we just need to see that when we bind our energy toward a common goal then simpatico we will be, peace and harmony, working in whatever environment from banks mints to rusty clam digs the theories are big the trick is this, don't even question it just roll with the punches... 1:15
More Blogs
-
0
Friday
Friday, September 7 Do not be quick to take offense.—Eccl. 7:9. -
0
...hmm...
Misfit pieces of puzzles I find in my mind, tend to bind my b… -
0
-
0
Enduring...
It's hard for me to feel comfortable being successful. I am still … -
0
Tuesday
Let endurance complete its work.—Jas. 1:4. -
1
One thought to the next
I don't suppose anyone likes to go to work everyday. I tend to lik… -
1
Sweet scenes
Tinder kindling to stoke the fire higher. Friction makes for the … -
2
-
2
Finally
I got things going for me. Real things. A job. Housing. A bike. I… -
0
Soon has now begun
Make a move to behoove the losley put together word of this absur…