Shaking from head to toe like a leaf in the wind. nerves are getting the better of me. A friend invited me to see Wicked today, but I can't. Perhaps now I would finally take to heart that being a procrastinator doesn't do me any good.
I look at the world through tired eyes, my ears filled with beats of music. I refuse to hear the voices of the people, begging asking for something. What was there to ask for? Money? Fame? Why? Why must we strive for materialistic comfort. Whatever happened to the general concern for the soul of the human kind? It's dead, like rock. It's dead like my belief in goodness of the human being. Death sprinkles fresh bodies of my dreams upon my head like ashes. No more pain. No more tears for lost loves. There's hatred within me. This is why I ignore. Long live the hypocricy of my soul.
I look at the world through tired eyes, my ears filled with beats of music. I refuse to hear the voices of the people, begging asking for something. What was there to ask for? Money? Fame? Why? Why must we strive for materialistic comfort. Whatever happened to the general concern for the soul of the human kind? It's dead, like rock. It's dead like my belief in goodness of the human being. Death sprinkles fresh bodies of my dreams upon my head like ashes. No more pain. No more tears for lost loves. There's hatred within me. This is why I ignore. Long live the hypocricy of my soul.