Fleeting. So damn randomly...every single minute its one and another new thing. And there're so many minutes in a day.
Watching the world for what you should be. Then you wonder why you destroy yourself so.
You know you cant compete with the wind.
Yet you try. Anyway.
If that isnt the way to killing yourself... building a failing soul,
really... then i dont know what is.
Watching the world for what you should be. So every idea seems so ideal. Your feet unsure you're bound to fall for anything.
You are someone's child. Someone's lord. Yes, he loves you that much. And when its been so long, it gets even longer but all you have to do, is realise that he has always been the type to forgive.
Can you forgive yourself?
Can you look back long enough, to release your soul?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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Hmmm nothing like the freedom you feel when you know all has been taken from your shoulders.
you can only fogive yourself if you know the truth
that you are not at fault for anything you do
you ar product of your environment
and if that environment is currupt then you will be currupt as well
Afrobabe: true talk!
Mista Tub: this philosophy would be dismissed as a silly excuse in some cultures... but i sometimes on the days that I know better, i agree with you.
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