i honestly dont know what to talk about.....but it helps
desperately in need some strangers hand
in a desperate land
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
and all the children are insane
now i know that was the doors. which i am currently listening to. i just wish i could be the free spirit i make myself out to be. i wish i could escape from everyday fears and insecurites. somewhere were the drugs will do what they are supposed to do, what is that you ask? bring about some sort of escape. im one of those people who believes things will get worse befor they get better. i want to end up on some foreign plane, some end to this,
on and on the trees will take root
they ride on an on
begin to see
what false start they made for you
hate is such a strong word, i wouldnt say i hate everything, but everything does seem to annoy me, i feel like i could be greater than i am. but maybe thats dreams i'll never see. like a flower blooming in winter it just doesnt make sense does it?
i just write down what comes to my mind and lord this soothes my aching soul.
what good does it do? what purpose does this entail? freedom my friend, freedom from the oppression that is my own mind. one day someone will look back on this and hopefully they will find some sort of enlightenment from it. thats my prayer that maybe it will happen. summer is approaching and it is time for the deadhead in me to come out. happier days are coming. i dont think i can take much more of this winter hell.
-kenny
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