Few people do, but for me it's become an obsession. The words "suburbia" and "office" strike fear into my heart. My greatest fear is being average. I cling to the faint hope that there might be something unusual, something original, about myself, because if there is nothing I might as well die right here, right now.
How I envy the lunatic's disconnection from normality.
I dreamt that I was singing last night.
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts
Hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze
Cold comfort for change
And did you exchange
A walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage
How I wish, how I wish you were here....
Saturday, May 13, 2006
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1 comment:
i agree completely, but you already knew that.
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