I was going to write a post...I actually have one saved right now as a draft but I really don't feel like posting it so in lieu of that I'm posting this poem/lyrics/thoughts that I wrote down. I know they're bad and I haven't proof read them and, honestly, probably never will. But for those looking to read something about how I'm feeling write now...it should catch you up pretty well.
No time for air
Your lungs are running on empty
but you have to keep up the pace
or you'll get too far behind
please god don't you stumble
because then you can never show your face
Finish line is coming in view
but once you get there there'll be another green flag
without a break you'll go on
and start another race anew
you've got nothing left to give and everything to lose
you were always the one who could roll with the punches
and now you're just covered in bruises
keep looking to the prize
feeling forsaken with thighs quaking
and tears in your eyes
Don't get lost or go too slow
don't take a break or stop to enjoy the view
time is a finite resource
and you're running low
keep having dreams unravel
of going your own way
but most times no one will ever notice
the time you actually took "the road less traveled"
keep a smile on dear atlas
even though your back is breaking
in the end no one survives
all drop at different times
but in the end
you can only wonder
was the trip worth taking?
Sunday, March 4, 2007
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