Existentialism
Stoic I've done nothing Still yearn to find what remains elusive
What can I do, why do I stray No sure path to travel with ease Rage decides, divides, ******** breaks it apart Yet I'm tired, give it up and procrastinate Sands of time fritter away Irrevocable But tomorrow is another day Gonna live it while I can
Just spewing. Brooding teen angst. What else can I say.
CM_Valyn · Fri Aug 29, 2008 @ 07:41pm · 0 Comments |