My disposition isn't always a proud one.
The strange world where I can't help but ponder.
I look through and over yonder.
Sometimes it all holds me from my fun.
I struggle with habits.
Some bad and some old.
Sometimes they keep me from being bold.
They keep reminding me of the problems my mid inhabits.
I know I'll get back on track soon.
I have to.
I must stand up and tie my shoe.
I have to break out of this cocoon.
These chains binding me down.
The cold weather freezing me in place.
I always stop and look deep into space.
Soon it'll be time for me to leave this town.
I can not leave if I don't get to work.
I must embrace my dreams.
I have to follow that winding stream.
I have stop act and discontinue to lurk.
My life is in my hands and that's all I know.
I need to get ready for the life ahead.
It's time to start my tread.
Very soon I will go.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
My disposition isn't always a proud one.
The strange world where I can't help but ponder.
I look through and over yonder.
Sometimes it all holds me from my fun.
I struggle with habits.
Some bad and some old.
Sometimes they keep me from being bold.
They keep reminding me of the problems my mid inhabits.
I know I'll get back on track soon.
I have to.
I must stand up and tie my shoe.
I have to break out of this cocoon.
These chains binding me down.
The cold weather freezing me in place.
I always stop and look deep into space.
Soon it'll be time for me to leave this town.
I can not leave if I don't get to work.
I must embrace my dreams.
I have to follow that winding stream.
I have stop act and discontinue to lurk.
My life is in my hands and that's all I know.
I need to get ready for the life ahead.
It's time to start my tread.
Very soon I will go.
