You might make a decision where the negatives outweigh the positives in that particular situation.
But it will always take you on the right path,
Your path.
You can’t make a wrong decision.
You might make a decision where the negatives outweigh the positives in that particular situation. But it will always take you on the right path, Your path.
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Was I on the edge?
Did I push back? Should I have jumped? Inconsiderate behaviour,
Makes me really blue, Your life must be really lonely, When you can only think of you. Life’s too short
So do whatever you want Life’s too short But don’t act like a cunt Life’s too short To be anyone but yourself Life’s too short So keep an eye on your health Life’s too short Have fun with it while you can Life’s too short Before shit hits the fan Life’s too short But I’m not sure that it’s true That Life’s too short For people like me and you ‘Cus if life’s too short Then surely it would just wiz by If life’s too short We’d barely live before we’d die Life’s too short You always hear people say Life’s not too short You just need to appreciate every day. Fresh start,
Turn it over. But it doesn’t quite feel right. Half a mind, And half a poem, Half way through the night. Keep coughing,
Full of snot, When the fuck, Is this going to stop? Every so often,
When I am going to sleep, My mind fucks with me. Why haven’t I, Got any controll, Over my own brain? I’m stuck and I don’t know where to go,
There’s a conflict inside I can’t solve and so, I’ll do what any rational person would, I guess I’ll pretend that if I could, Just change it all, and move away, This feeling would go, it couldn’t stay, It’s not just me, not who I am, Neophyte or not, I’ve got a plan. But I seem to be stuck and I don’t know where to go, There’s a conflict inside I can’t solve and so, I’ll keep everyone thinking it’s under control, Whilst I flit around in search of my soul. I wish I could tell you where I want to be, In the next few years, I guess we’ll just see. Because I’m stuck and I don’t know where to go, There’s a conflict inside I can’t solve and so, Before I decide, what to do with my life, I’d like to know more about what life is like. I want to see the world and have a few shitty jobs, Before it’s all over and I’ve got a house and a dog. Not that I ever want to live like that, I’d rather live on a boat than live in a flat. I might settle down at some point in my life, Even do something crazy like have a husband or wife, But right now I am stuck and I don’t know where to go, There’s a conflict inside I can’t solve and so, I’ll push all of those thoughts to the back of my head, Try to focus on now, the present instead. I need to figure out which way I will go, And why I want to go in the first place, I’d quite like to know. It’s hard to separate yourself from the cog in the machine, Although I’m much better than I was when I was eighteen, I’m much more myself, which is pretty good, I still try a bit harder than I think I should, To be something different, stand out from the crowd, I am quite eccentric, and I talk pretty loud. I think that’s what’s driving me to do something new, I’m no longer satisfied and it’s making me blue. But still I’m stuck and I don’t know where to go, There’s a conflict inside I can’t solve and so, I should just jump, stop looking over the side, Get myself out there, forget about pride, Find something I love, not just something I like, I need to find purpose and get on with my life. So here goes to nothing, I’m starting anew. Time to move forward and find something to do. So I guess I’m not stuck, I know where to go, I’ve made up my mind now, I’ll move on and so, I’ll make my own life, just as I should, I cant wait to start, this is gonna be good. I’m on the edge,
I’m looking over, And the whole world is pushing, On my shoulders. Do you remember the conversations,
You had as a child, That shaped you and, Made you who you are today? What number of those, Can you recall, Being on the the side of? It’s odd to think, How many young lives, You may have changed, With the words you have said. Make it stop,
Please, Just give it a rest. I’m trying to sleep, And you’re being a pest. You keep filling my head, With doubt and worry. Just quit it already, I’m getting up early. The ones who trip,
On the path they choose, Are the ones who are blind, To those walking beside them. I feel like I should write a drunken poem,
I think it would be great, But it’s probably fucking awfull, It’s also way too late, To be doing anythig creative, Especially when I’m this fucked, And I can’t be bothered with rhyming, Goodnight everyone Is self loathing natural?
If it is then it shouldn’t be, If it’s not self loathing keeping me in bed, Then it’s social anxiety. Now that we’re listing issues, (and incase you couldn’t tell) I’m a raging hypochondriac, And that worries me as well, While were on the subject, There’s some things I’d like to address, I think I might have depression, Although im not always that depressed. I lie in bed most mornings, Trying to greet the day, But end up rolling over, And sleeping the morning away. I’m hardly ever productive, But on the occasions that I am, I do feel proud of myself, And believe that I can, I can get out of bed, I can make some food, I can do some work, I can go to the shop, I can clean the house, If only I could get out of bed. And if I ever actually make something, Because sometimes I do, I’m instantly plagued with self-doubt, And crawl back in my cocoon. Insomnia is a bitch,
I just can’t get to sleep, I keep coming up with rhyming couplets, I can’t think of any for this one. I rather like the word cunt,
And it puzzles me that you don’t, I like the shape my mouth makes, As it rolls out from my throat. But you find cunt offensive, Which I don’t understand. I’m glad I don’t live your life, It must be really bland. My poems are rather boring,
I’d like them to be more fun, How do you spice up a poem? Add swear words I guess… I’d like to go to new mexico,
You could come along too, Would you visit me in new mexico? We’d go sight seeing just us two. I don’t tink there’s much to see there, But we could have a laugh. I hope i can go to New Mexico, In a year an a half. If you’ve got the itch,
That you need to scratch, Even if it smells funky, You scratch that patch! When Social Anxiety gets you low,
Just eat a hamburger, Get up and Go. |