Monday, March 13, 2006

Here Comes the Night

Inertia has a life of its own; it starts in the gut and ends in the gutter where you’ve pissed your life away trying to overcome the simplest of choices. Suddenly you’re middle aged and you’ve got nothing to hold onto, not even the future. Inertia drags you down into the hole that only the night can cover.
So you’ve gotta ask yourself what the choices are? Do you swallow the dream and spend you life trying to believe and convince others that you’re living it? Do you wallow in self pity when you’re labelled a failure ‘cos you just can’t be happy with the way things are going? And if you do decide to open your eyes to the reality of it all; to see behind the façade of the dream; what’re you going to do about it?


littlebitofsonshine said...

you wake up with the dawn and see truth

Pocho said...

Ah to be middle age again when life began.