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Somedays are good, somedays are bad, somedays you just want to sleep through, and in the morning pretend they never were.
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh I believe in yesterday."
I wish that so many of my days weren't wasted in nothingness, sadness and a failure to live life to the fullest. The worst is knowing that these seconds of life are slipping away and still falling into the lethargy of not doing anything.
"I fear I've wasted all my sun, I fear I've wasted all my time. Everything is faded. Smiles are fabricated now. Held my eyes closed for too long. "
Remove one person from a multitude, you still have the multitude. But sometimes the multitude seems to be nothing without that person. Feeling alone isn't rational it doesn't make sense, it isn't the same as being alone.
“I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky. But why can't it be mine?”
I wish I could forget things the way I can remember them. Why is it so hard to forget, why does your mind lock itself up in a prison of thoughts and sit there, crying at its own fate? I can't let go, I can't want to, though I want to want to let go. What do I do?
"She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again." **
So I sit, alone, regretful, and worried about nothing in particular. Just wanting to do something worthwhile, something beautiful and lovely that gives me purpose. I don't want to just drift away not having done anything. I can't go one, not making an impact on anything.
There once was a child who said
I want to change the world.
He went to school, and he learnt.
He learnt that the world is very big.
So he said, I want to change my country.
He grew, and he travelled.
He learnt that his country was big.
His country had a lot of problems.
So he said, I want to change my city.
He got a job, and he began to work.
He worked and worked and he made a lot of money.
He learnt that his city was big.
It was a city and he was just a man.
So he said I'll change my family.
He got married, had children.
He found out that his wife was a spendthrift.
His children were spoilt brats.
His in-laws used him for his money.
One day, he had a heartattack.
He lay in his bed, dying
He thought about his life.
He thought of the child who said
I want to change the world
And thought to himself
I should've started with myself.
"Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years" - Dream Theater
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh I believe in yesterday."
I wish that so many of my days weren't wasted in nothingness, sadness and a failure to live life to the fullest. The worst is knowing that these seconds of life are slipping away and still falling into the lethargy of not doing anything.
"I fear I've wasted all my sun, I fear I've wasted all my time. Everything is faded. Smiles are fabricated now. Held my eyes closed for too long. "
Remove one person from a multitude, you still have the multitude. But sometimes the multitude seems to be nothing without that person. Feeling alone isn't rational it doesn't make sense, it isn't the same as being alone.
“I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky. But why can't it be mine?”
I wish I could forget things the way I can remember them. Why is it so hard to forget, why does your mind lock itself up in a prison of thoughts and sit there, crying at its own fate? I can't let go, I can't want to, though I want to want to let go. What do I do?
"She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again." **
So I sit, alone, regretful, and worried about nothing in particular. Just wanting to do something worthwhile, something beautiful and lovely that gives me purpose. I don't want to just drift away not having done anything. I can't go one, not making an impact on anything.
There once was a child who said
I want to change the world.
He went to school, and he learnt.
He learnt that the world is very big.
So he said, I want to change my country.
He grew, and he travelled.
He learnt that his country was big.
His country had a lot of problems.
So he said, I want to change my city.
He got a job, and he began to work.
He worked and worked and he made a lot of money.
He learnt that his city was big.
It was a city and he was just a man.
So he said I'll change my family.
He got married, had children.
He found out that his wife was a spendthrift.
His children were spoilt brats.
His in-laws used him for his money.
One day, he had a heartattack.
He lay in his bed, dying
He thought about his life.
He thought of the child who said
I want to change the world
And thought to himself
I should've started with myself.
"Once the stone
You're crawling under
Is lifted off your shoulders
Once the cloud that's raining
Over your head disappears
The noise that you'll hear
Is the crashing down of hollow years" - Dream Theater
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