and so is life i tell myself time and time again, as i sit there, frosty rolling rock carressing my hand, caressing my soul. The sounds of 8th grade anger pounding in my head- Strung Out putting out a new album- am i supposed to care about this, and i supposed to care about what these people have to say- Where am i - another back yard another jersey town- any would do theyre all the same- card games old music old thoughs new punchlines- vulgarity to the extremity this is home- a slow molestation of youth- what do i want i ask, is this not good enough? and the truth is i dont know- i dont know any better? i am starting to think ive grown old and with every exhale and sip it take i get stupider- this isnt me im a happy person- i miss me, i miss childhood and for what its worth i refuse to grow up- Fucking toys r us kid to the death- but then what do i lack- what does the world lack - i believe its inspiration- i dont know what i believe. sometimes i rather watch leaves fall to the ground and watch the futile struggle of a caterpiller climbing a tree- chances are youre not gonna live till tomorrow little friend why bother expending all that energy just to lose at the greatest game of all, life. but the rain is a beautiful thing and the ocean is even greater and they give me hope- but hope for what. sometimes i dont know where im headed i have no words of wisdom for any of you- advice is all i can give- attempt to be happy. be a good person. if you cant make yourself happy try your best to give others what you so desperatly seek.
good night
godspeed