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Why?
Why?
- As if I have any energy these days to answer,
let alone ask.
I need a holiday from myself
or at least a reason to stay here
in this world,
and more than simply being
and being bloody lazy at that.
The road to victory starts with a single step.
But why take any steps
when you have no need to?
The world is out there for the taking
but all I have is a prison
with a barrier of my own foul making,
and so I am lost
so thats that then?
- As if I have any energy these days to answer,
let alone ask.
I need a holiday from myself
or at least a reason to stay here
in this world,
and more than simply being
and being bloody lazy at that.
The road to victory starts with a single step.
But why take any steps
when you have no need to?
The world is out there for the taking
but all I have is a prison
with a barrier of my own foul making,
and so I am lost
so thats that then?
Published 1st Jul 2014
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1st Jul 2014 00:39am
we all need a holiday from ourselves, I think what you need is to look at yourself in a different perspective, think about what people love you for. I know it may seem like there is no one out that there that cares but I can bet that there is at least one person that would kill to see you happy.
2nd Jul 2014 00:07am
I do not want others to kill for my petty happiness, I want to be the source of their happiness or caring shoulder so to speak. To deserve a holiday first requires work and I have none.
1st Jul 2014 1:45am
Brilliant!
Can I respond in kind (unlikely, but I'll try)
See that door, it's over there
Where it leads, I do not care
I'm comfy here, in my chair
Life's been good, for I have no despair
Friends, we've had some blasts
Together shared life's paths
Problem is few come most go
As we age, don't you know
Memories fade, but I've seen a lot
What's left, not a lot
Why go out I have to ask
The struggle can be such a task
So here I sit, enjoying life
Why change, its my right
Can I respond in kind (unlikely, but I'll try)
See that door, it's over there
Where it leads, I do not care
I'm comfy here, in my chair
Life's been good, for I have no despair
Friends, we've had some blasts
Together shared life's paths
Problem is few come most go
As we age, don't you know
Memories fade, but I've seen a lot
What's left, not a lot
Why go out I have to ask
The struggle can be such a task
So here I sit, enjoying life
Why change, its my right
1st Jul 2014 3:18am
Indeed...the bread lies stale eh...this happens to me much-it becomes rinse and repeat-much like the choice of lingo I use...so then it grows mold on top....hmmmmmmm The elusive spark will strike sometime have faith (I tell myself this little lie...about every 3 days)
2nd Jul 2014 00:05am
Faith is forever in the future it seems for me. But then again it seems whenever I hit rock bottom in despair a sudden wave of joy appears. But the blasted beat goes on.
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2nd Jul 2014 11:42pm
Kind and sweet words, but lacking age to give it true meaning, you hardly know me.
18th Jul 2014 7:53pm
I suppose so.
'y' always was the loneliest character. It's got nothing to lean on.
'y' always was the loneliest character. It's got nothing to lean on.
24th Jul 2014 1:47am
Deep within a person is a spot that holds darkness. This darkness is released in the written word and a shed tear. You did a wonderful job defining this inner darkness. I love the metaphors you used. They brought me into your world. They let me know exactly how you are feeling at the moment that you wrote this.
24th Jul 2014 11:59pm
To me it is less a world and more a cloak that suddenly I wear. Although it is bleakness rather than darkness in its weave.
Thanks for commenting, nice to see that the feelings can be felt by others, but better if they don't have to feel it.
Thanks for commenting, nice to see that the feelings can be felt by others, but better if they don't have to feel it.