Another Day, Another Forgotten Dream

I wished something would happen today. Purely because things usually don't, and today would have been a good day for them to start. Unfortunately, my life does not seem to want to be exciting. I suppose that my role is and always has been that of the observer. The documenter. Instead of being the one to go down in history, I would be the one to write it. But how dull is the spectator's part.

I hope for adventure. That, I assume, is one of the main reasons I do not live one. Those who have things happen to them are typically the ones who don't want things to happen to them.

So I watch, as relationships form and are torn apart, as people change and grow distanced from another, as the rain pours down and the sun comes out, as the football flies through the air and is caught, as the person who once confided walks away. I am not to be trusted, for though I will keep secrets and not pass judgement, I will not forget. And as the rain beats down outside, I think of you and of one hopeful dream.

Yeah, this is what happens when I'm left with myself too long. Most of the time neither of me can stand the other. We often end up depressed, and pensive. Such a burden, occasional perceptive thinking in our everyday world.

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