youthful.
2005-12-08 3:54 p.m.
for the next few hours, i will ride victory to its end, and will start again, overwhelmed by the problems i have put aside, excusing myself from their presence on the premise of expectation, this is what i wanted but i couldn't change the seasons, couldn't keep the cold from seeping in through our cracked windows, letting us breath a little deeper.i was so put on, put off, in the middle of great crisis, when the need for change came crawling on its stomach, some knowledge on the situation, and its not ignorance that kept us happy, it was the youthfulness
i now feel passing.
i am stopped complete without direction, making tentative steps in hope of passed hostility, no toes to step on hidden in the winter, and i am
subject to
my own agendas
overwhelmed by ramshackle dilemmas.