I take pride in my stubbornness. After all, if I didn't like it, I would do something to get rid of it...It has saved me in more than one occasions and it has lead me in grave danger in equally many occasions. Nonetheless, like you smokers outhere, I still like it and take pride in having it. Only this time, it really saved my hairy ass...Not only because I got back to my senses because of it, but also because I realized that once again I have the chance to dream...Even if I fail to realize my dreams as often as I once did, I still dream. And I still believe that dreams can and will turn true, if only you hold on them long enough. Only draw back is that I realize that time is not enough to do everything...
But it is enough to dream for everything, and just pick the most suitable dream and chase it...Hard...Intently...and above all, passionately. Lately passion was away from my life. Then two days ago I realized that I was changing into something that was not me, and something that could never be me...At least not if I wanted to stay away from one of those white-back-strapping-shirts that they issue in those white places covered in absorbent material, so that you can wham your head anytime you want, and not get hurt...
Look mommy, its nice and soft here, I want to stay...(starts running, screaming incoherent babbles, and ..... ) WHAM!!!
Look mommy, there are birdies here, flying around my head... To bad I can't catch one...
Not very pleasant way to go on with your life, is it? Well, for me it isn't, so if I turn like this, then I am done for, so it will not happen, so I am now once again crazy for you, and sane for me...
Much better this way...Like this, everybody gets what they want...You get someone to laugh with and turn to when you want something crazy done, or when you want to put the blame on someone; and I get to like me again, and bust your balls in any possible way I can, since I have my excuse...after all you provide me one
But it is enough to dream for everything, and just pick the most suitable dream and chase it...Hard...Intently...and above all, passionately. Lately passion was away from my life. Then two days ago I realized that I was changing into something that was not me, and something that could never be me...At least not if I wanted to stay away from one of those white-back-strapping-shirts that they issue in those white places covered in absorbent material, so that you can wham your head anytime you want, and not get hurt...
Look mommy, its nice and soft here, I want to stay...(starts running, screaming incoherent babbles, and ..... ) WHAM!!!
Look mommy, there are birdies here, flying around my head... To bad I can't catch one...
Not very pleasant way to go on with your life, is it? Well, for me it isn't, so if I turn like this, then I am done for, so it will not happen, so I am now once again crazy for you, and sane for me...
Much better this way...Like this, everybody gets what they want...You get someone to laugh with and turn to when you want something crazy done, or when you want to put the blame on someone; and I get to like me again, and bust your balls in any possible way I can, since I have my excuse...after all you provide me one
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