For some reason or another all happy days cums with a twist.
I believe this is more to do with the foundations.. today i have no more poetry...
today when the basics are challenging enough to uproot me from my deep sleep...
a sleep chosen out of my own consciousness...
for more than 2 yrs ... i have been telling myself that i know no better.
i know no better.. so i do what i do...
i live the way i live...
to this time today, where nothing is same anymore...
to this time today, where i realize - living just that way or doing just that is not possible anymore..
to this time today... where i see life myself...
crashing around myself...
go round and round. . and round. . and round .
peace is not to be, till i see.
nothing is coming out of my heart anymore...
my heart is burnt in the flames of all the ciggarette i smoke...
peace is not to be till i see...
round and round...
round and round...
round and round...
