I`ve been in good terms with myself for the most part, as I say the revolution has started . . .
But all is becoming at another odd crossroad if I should say so; for all that could be said, one minute to the next, you mind just even see me left for road kill on the depths of no prosperity, no pity, no purpose . . . How 'emotional' does this sound? Oh dear oh my .
Help me Lord, my heart is in your hands . . .
She said "well anyway..."
Just dying for a subject change
Oh, another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said "think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a girl to do
I guess she better find what soon . . .
Do I leave myself to be, let the feeling of what you are giving to me to just be?
I am in no need of a foolish game, set out to be pushed within such a short elapsed time.
It does not take just simply a day to find, know, feel nor understand what you need.
Needing is simply selfish ambition which can be either for the good or the bad, one or the other. Saying in oral notation that you know, cannot merely be enough . . . there is a difference between blank and lust . . . the blank is yet to be determined . . . as for the time being, I am withheld from even thinking from what this blank may be;
and I do not think that patience is the answer to this.
Good Days .
