A man of action,
I was,
for a series of months.
I worked my *** off and fought all of my thoughts.
A constant distraction;
that's all I want.
No matter what happens,
I cannot get lost.
Caught up in longing for what never was.
Let me be a rock,
let life wash over me.
I'll stand solid in the middle of a stream.
Feeling no feelings.
Dreaming no dreams.
And worrying not about these waters that will erode me.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
A man of action,
I was,
for a series of months.
I worked my *** off and fought all of my thoughts.
A constant distraction;
that's all I want.
No matter what happens,
I cannot get lost.
Caught up in longing for what never was.
Let me be a rock,
let life wash over me.
I'll stand solid in the middle of a stream.
Feeling no feelings.
Dreaming no dreams.
And worrying not about these waters that will erode me.
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