The mid-week crisis brings along with it, what I call the "Aargghh feeling" when all you want is one huge punching bag...or maybe ears that could just sit beside you and hear all the abuses you have inside you due to that pent up irritable feeling. The day is long inside the office.... but outside, my life is running, its rushing past, the time is just fleeting. Why are the "good young" years so numbered? why can we only live them once? Whyy?.....inside its cold, its busy, its not dreamyy...outside there's a lot i need to achieve still...those challenges are screaming at me, I'm listening but I'm just stuck here inside.
I will push that door open, I have to get hold of that place outside that's just leaving me way behind. Even this chocolate in my hand, seems a bit tasteless today. Inside it's like this...
Outside its rainy, breezyy. Can I go and play, if no one's looking, if no one's asking for me back here inside.
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