Someplace between real and fake
Saturday, 14. November 2009, 07:49:37
Right now my life is yet but simple.
I sit in that fact each and everyday.
Pondering what will come of me.
I am so lost in what could come of me.
It takes me over and destroys my core.
I got to a point where I could no longer think of my future.
And It was no rest for me.
No ease for my mind nor soul.
But now I only think of my future sometimes.
And it pleases me.
Someday I will fallow all those dreams and all the world shall tremble at my feet.
I sit in that fact each and everyday.
Pondering what will come of me.
I am so lost in what could come of me.
It takes me over and destroys my core.
I got to a point where I could no longer think of my future.
And It was no rest for me.
No ease for my mind nor soul.
But now I only think of my future sometimes.
And it pleases me.
Someday I will fallow all those dreams and all the world shall tremble at my feet.

