As I lay near,
broken glass, on dirty wooden floors,
police sirens shake the whole block-
I think about my life's path.
From the time I was young
i've lived the life of the "thrill"
happiness has never consumed me long,
i'd rather mope around in ridiculous
anger or better yet self-pity.
Only the blackest of rivers
and the cloudiest skies
hold interest in this clouded mind.
Wrong choices are often made
choosing the more arduous way
is often a welcomed challenged.
I've been searching for feeling
viewing smiles only lasts a moment
when danger is waiting next door!
"Troubled youth" was a label
heard all too much,
as kids played
I was searching for a way to escape.
Daydreaming has become
a way of life, a pastime for the mind.
Sometimes I wonder if
i'm missing out?
If I am, I guess it's best
to move at my own time.
06-09-08
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