pen and paper
Monday, October 31, 2005
Every time I sit to write
I leave a trail of wasted ink and paper
All the things I want to say
I've said
time and time
again
ever slightly changed but nonetheless
the same
yet still can't figure out where I am
amidst the sea
of ugly
disorganization and role confusion
where do I fit?
where do I belong?
whilst I age the genuine I seems frozen
stuck some how
So I won't write
because I've written about
everything and nothing
and am still
trodden with this plight
of not knowing
and knowing
seeing
but not being seen
visualizing the grand
but unseemingly able to reach it.
So here I am
not writing
faking like my life doesn't depend on it.
I leave a trail of wasted ink and paper
All the things I want to say
I've said
time and time
again
ever slightly changed but nonetheless
the same
yet still can't figure out where I am
amidst the sea
of ugly
disorganization and role confusion
where do I fit?
where do I belong?
whilst I age the genuine I seems frozen
stuck some how
So I won't write
because I've written about
everything and nothing
and am still
trodden with this plight
of not knowing
and knowing
seeing
but not being seen
visualizing the grand
but unseemingly able to reach it.
So here I am
not writing
faking like my life doesn't depend on it.
posted by *LadieFire* at 6:54 PM
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