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we had a long talk last night. everything seems beautiful when planning for the future. but in the hour before i finally slept last night, my lousy shadow tapped me on my shoulder. "it will all fall apart," it said. "every thing you touch." that always foreboding message has never failed to materialise before. not that i have ever let it stop me from going for what i want, but the catch is that i will surely shatter at some point, and i'll find myself questioning the naiveness every time. there was a point last night where i wanted to share that exact thought, and even thought of dismantling everything before it even gets to start. the last time i tried the latter, it didn't work. in fact, it only caused a lot of hurt to everybody. that was some years ago, and i have never done something that stupid since. what can i say? do i blindfold myself again? how many times must a fool fall before he realises that he's already dead? silly, but i don't think i can not try. fever of a hundred and three and if you wanna stand and say fight well i can do this all night i've got the weight of the world on me not tomorrow not today i'll do it anyway you like something's coming over me fever of a hundred and three you've got one chance take it something's coming over me i've lost all feeling i can't even fake it something's coming over me fever of a hundred and three we've got no second chances something's got a hold of me it's our one chance take it ready? laser? let's go.
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