our ways are intertwined more than once
but we can never tell when our souls go down
nor will we know when it'll rise
i deem that my life will fall
from the ashes of misery i rose
and pushed my life to it's fullest...
or did i?
for every life...
there's death...
for every breath you take...
there's breath you exhale...
for every moment i love...
there's always somebody i forsook...
for every golden road i take...
there's always a surprisingly big bump ahead...
for every minute i work...
there's an equal time i slack off...
for every hard planning...
there's always a downfall...
for every pro...
there's always a con...
does that mean, for everything i think, there's always a negative thought counter reacting it?
life...
unimagineable...
unexplorable...
unexplainable...
unexpressable...
unfair...
unjust...
but we still don't know why we're have ways of making ourselves happy
why? are we insane?
eons ago, i lost my self proclaimation of being a smart and good looking guy...
i never was
i felt my ego dissipated in the dark harnesses of life
i used to talk the talk...
but now my screams can't even be heard...
i used to be a bastard in front of the teachers, and they can't do anything to me since i know my way through their classes,
but now, i sit in the very back of the class, sleeping, imagining, not even attempting to listen to the prof. sure, i manage to pass, but i'm very lost.
i used to be so impatient with the pace of the school, telling myself that the profs are feeding us with a silver spoon.
now, i feel as if they are going too fast, and with all those weird things in their classroom things...

Posted by Ron Valiente