Lying in bed, late at night,
I realize how my life's not right.
It's not an ideal situation,
Bordering right on desperation.
I realize how my life's not right.
It's not an ideal situation,
Bordering right on desperation.
I've changed my mind so many times,
If I count them in cents, I'd have a million dimes...
Too many people to please,
So many paths to follow,
Just for once,
I wanna live like there's no tomorrow.
But alas, I know, that can never be
For tomorrow comes, inspite of me.
Another start to another day,
The end of which, might hear me say
"Tomorrow I'm gonna start anew,
Gonna settle down to what I need to do!"
But I'll know I'm telling myself a lie,
'Cos you bite the dust when you aim too high.
Too many people to please,
So many paths to follow,
Just for once,
I wanna live like there's no tomorrow.
But alas, I know, that can never be
For tomorrow comes, inspite of me.
Another start to another day,
The end of which, might hear me say
"Tomorrow I'm gonna start anew,
Gonna settle down to what I need to do!"
But I'll know I'm telling myself a lie,
'Cos you bite the dust when you aim too high.
I know I got a request for more cheerful posts since the last one, but I can't help it, it's the mood holding sway right now...
I'd made a plan of what I needed to do with my life months ago, in fact, it's what made me quit my comfy job. But since then, something's held me back from getting on with it. I can't really explain what it is, but I know from past experience that when it tugs at me, I shouldn't ignore it... In this case, I don't know if it's the same 'something' I know or if it's just the hesitance before stepping out into the unknown. Whatever the reason, I don't have the balls to tell it to anyone who asks, because I'm afraid I'm starting to let them all down.
4 comments:
soooooo road runner...wazzzzupp...wat makes ya come up with all the poetry in the world....y dont ya start shakespere..hhahahah...naaahhhh..sowats it bjj...wats it that keeps ya from letting things out..wats it that makes ya sulk in the dungeon....whip urself..and thn take on a fake personna and come out in the open to meet the world...let ur mind open up..let it breathe..let there be light and ventilation..let it survive or it is gonna succumb to the pain.
cool down..expand ur drive..and geta new thought process...
chow for now
road runner?? and i would like to try shakespearesque writing too, given a chance, but that's a bit of a diversion from plain rhymery..so, i dunno.
before going on, i'm not, not letting things out, as should be pretty apparent from my writings so far, and i dont take on a fake persona... c'mon, u know me better than that...
why poetry? ahh... now i fancy myself as a fairly creative guy, maybe its not so outwardly apparent, but inside, i never sleep. right now, i really have no viable outlets for whatever creativity bubbles up in me, even at odd hours of the day, so poetry and stuff like that is my simplest respite... maybe i can translate that into something else later in life..anyway, watever you've seen of this isnt even the half of what i've already done, none of which would be appropriately applicable on this blog btw... i think this is what is called rambling on and on and on and on. ad infinitum.
HEY BJJJJ ur creativity is not meant for poetry as far as i can get it...get it channelised..get it through some polishing...seriously..poetry is not the way to get ur things in place...and i sure know u..and dats y i said it better to well said than seldom said at all....now its up to u ..u can either accept the rfact that u can put up a pretence or not...
ok i didnt get most of that last comment, but nevermind... i guess this isnt the time or place and this place is becoming depressing this way. looks like public poetry is out for now.
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