sittin here....again the the burden of thought. the weight on my shoulders. looking down upon the view of the steel desert calling to consume, or maybe to make ones adrenaline rush or just to make everyone sick. the impulse to flap the wings and fly away is strong. the freedom calls, the breeze whispers calling again. even here there are voices calling. wont there be peace??????
decide again so once again it will be scrutinised and result in the banging of head into a wall in regret that shouldn't be. as always Theres none to help, none to guide.
fall freely and rise could solve the problem but that could be the only chance. some say thats stupid, some say its the best way to be. again a fork in the path. another chance to look back and mourn the past, the present that could be.
