Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

if i only knew what regret meant

yes, you're just listening to my boring rants

Thursday, September 11, 2008

the musical mirrors

~~sometimes~~ i really wonder what are we to make of this life that has been given to us. what do we make of it? study, work, die. why give us all the opportunities for emotion when we are meant to die at the end of it all? all good things come to an end but why should it be when they are good? we are nothing but pieces in a game, throw of dice - make your move and our fate we must accept. but who throws these dice?

urgh, uber random. just feeling slightly emo. i need my own personal space, need a break from everything but i cant and i won't get it.

anybody knows of a place where i can sit in serenity? anybody wants to go with me? =p

the mask is hard to remove because it has been there for many years now. i try to look happy for those around me, i try to not affect their mood with my own. that's the reason why i'm crappy like i am at times.

enough.

even number of chairs
odd man out
not a game to share
always leaving somebody out

music starts, move around
find your chair at the end of the sound
music stops, take your seat
do not be caught on your feet

the search begins
find yourself a place
this game excludes
there's no time to waste

when the search has ended
have you found your chair?
acceptance and good friends
are so very rare

a new game has begun
music starts
music stops
everyone gets a chair except for the exiled one

he is cast away
for he has no chair
a thing commonly done
in a world cruel and unfair

he walks away
without a chance given
he walks alone
without a reason for living

the years have passed so fast
it seems like only yesterday
so many memories in the past
as a child when i would play

i had the world before me
and so much time to grow
so many things that i'd be
but how was i to know

we search our lives for gold
we seek it high and low
but we cant elude growing old
there is nowhere to go

time is our true treasure
cherish it to the end
derive from it the pleasure
allow time to be your friend

the next time you see me
i'll be a different man
it might confuse you at first
but in time you'll understand

i'll be a better person
i'll be nice to everyone
i'll help those in need
and i'll do it all as fun

i'll change for the better
the way most people should
i'll change for me and everyone else
and how they all wish they could

only the results of my choice
can affect my life to come
without a sound from my voice
i'll appreciate each last crumb

i won't take advantage
of anyone or anything
and i won't become
another broken wing

you must respect everyone
for they are people too
they too struggle with life
some worse than you

with one deep breath
and a slow blink of my eyes
i stare deeply into my soul
and then i realise

the next time u see me
i'll be a different man
i'll be greater than ever imagined
and i'll say this is how it all began

so i turned from the mirror
and walked away with a smile
for the journey i'm about to take
is sure to be worthwhile

fuck i should stop talking to myself, shut up cow.

i feel like stopping. in fact i don't like what i'm writing more and more.

astrocow
15:48