With another pointless crusade I stumble forwards,
Struggling for purpose or meaningful hurdles,
When the ending hour belies me,
I speak no grief and restore chi,
Living moments and memories devoid of reason,
Committing a million acts of hedonist treason,
Crave the new, despise what has already been,
I am wasted,
With no hint of experiences unseen,
No pursuit of self improvement,
Happiness must coincide with movement...
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 11:55 AM UTC
With another pointless crusade I stumble forwards,
Struggling for purpose or meaningful hurdles,
When the ending hour belies me,
I speak no grief and restore chi,
Living moments and memories devoid of reason,
Committing a million acts of hedonist treason,
Crave the new, despise what has already been,
I am wasted,
With no hint of experiences unseen,
No pursuit of self improvement,
Happiness must coincide with movement...