Monday, July 24, 2006
I've wasted so many years of my life wallowing and discontent, and settling for shallow memories of the past as the concrete truth by which I define myself.
its sad.
the future is brighter than ever, yet there's something that keeps dragging me backwards into wayward dreams of the misanthrope events intended only to remind me, and goad me with these spears and shackles of missed opportunities and failures.
I'm not, and do not wish to be.
And sometimes only perceptions compound this reality, such that I'm only balancing fragile; on the precipice of something great, cratered and surrounded by a 1000 pitfalls wanted to mercilessly push me into the past.
there's something greater out there than just rehashing previous greatness.
theres' something greater out there than defining yourself by previous events.
there's something greater out there just waiting to find me.
I'm holding out and clawing upward, with all the hope and love I can muster.
And sometimes it seems when the progress is slow, and the nights are dreary and the fog is low,
there's a light that shines through from within the gloom, pushing me upward and on and through
I know, I've seen it, and have just had the taste, and forget all defeatism and pessimistic waste
One day, with God's help, I'll be where I want to be and maybe, just maybe... finally
free.
its sad.
the future is brighter than ever, yet there's something that keeps dragging me backwards into wayward dreams of the misanthrope events intended only to remind me, and goad me with these spears and shackles of missed opportunities and failures.
I'm not, and do not wish to be.
And sometimes only perceptions compound this reality, such that I'm only balancing fragile; on the precipice of something great, cratered and surrounded by a 1000 pitfalls wanted to mercilessly push me into the past.
there's something greater out there than just rehashing previous greatness.
theres' something greater out there than defining yourself by previous events.
there's something greater out there just waiting to find me.
I'm holding out and clawing upward, with all the hope and love I can muster.
And sometimes it seems when the progress is slow, and the nights are dreary and the fog is low,
there's a light that shines through from within the gloom, pushing me upward and on and through
I know, I've seen it, and have just had the taste, and forget all defeatism and pessimistic waste
One day, with God's help, I'll be where I want to be and maybe, just maybe... finally
free.
