Whatever motives I have had... Whatever my life has been,
can't be changed... Except in the ways I change it myself...
By looking back... I have misspent my life in an unforgiving
manner... All I can do is to try and dress it , in a few rags
of decency... As I sit silently, somber in my room... The world
spins it's web around me... I sometimes choke with laughter...
At my own brazen dishonesty with myself... I live behind an
invisible membrane... It separates me from the rest of the
world, and reality... It is unthinkable that one might die in
such unimportance... Strolling thru life's broken heart |
