I should be sleeping, but the urge to write is strong tonight.
Thing is I have no idea what to say.
Maybe I should try being poetic.
Great, Drunk and trying be poetic..this should be fun.
I've ripped off my wings, and thrown it all away.
Thing is, if given the chance, I don't think I would change.
I've been down the road thats safe, that i've traveled all along.
But if I were to keep down that road, my life wouldn't have been that long.
The road that I travel now, I don't know whats up ahead.
But unlike the other road, it won't be a bullet in my head.
So i have no wings, that time is gone, i guess i'll just have to deal.
I'll find myself a new way to fly,
and hopefully find something thats real.
(Here's to living in the moment...Fuck planning)
12:09 a.m. - 2004-03-18
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