there are so many words
to
describe
so
many things
every thing
is
a symbol
for something
every thing
has
its own purpose
even if that
purpose
is to have no purpose
but such things
do not exist
every thing
has
a
purpose
for if there
was no dust
gravity wouldnt
be
so
pulling
if there was no
grass
the winds
would
tempest
singly
if no people
the
rivers
of creation
would
run dry
beauty would
turn
monochromatic
in a wild,,
greenblue,
and
your
occassionalbrown,
earth.
we are
all
receptors
for these
symbols&signals
you
get out
what you
put in
everything
matters.
i am
a
hopeless
romantic
in the sense
that
i have romantic
feelings
inspired by you
but in having
these
i feel hopeless
inspired by you
i guess:: every
coin
has a
second face.
you just
gotta
get
lucky,
every dog
has their
day.
and
people
hurtlove
people,
but
thats
just life.
the road
behind me
has
had its
bouts
but the path
ahead?
oh the path
ahead
who knows
what it
might shroud
for anything can happen
of
that
there is
no doubt
so i walk
ahead
these feet are
missing
blisters
these
hands
are yet
to callous
these arms are
yet
to lean
on old walls
and
ask
questions?
careless.
such as
where
what
why
when
where
why?
its
always
time
to
say
goodbye.
when you live your life
no-madically
the "normality"
of
"my" day to day
travesties
inquire gravity
in those
surrounding
me
much like
a snowball
effect
its
always
time
to
roll
away.
when you live your life
no-madically
and not in fear
or distress
but to see what
else is close near
since traveling is
what
a no-mad
does
best
im
a no-mad
bye choice
and
will be
for
the rest
of my days
or
until
they
put me in my
grave
its
always
time
to
shake
it
off
when you live your life
no-madically
you'll come
to find
nothing is
as
serious
as you all
make it
seem,
living life
dramatically.
No-Mad.
