a bad dream day
Posted: October 24th, 2005, 5:54 pm
It is, as always, a sad dream of a day.
It is old and used, thrown away, and second hand. It has been down a thousand times before.
It is the horns at rush hour and the students talking about theories and thesis. It is rejections slips on the email. It is no communication from an x-girl friend. AND YOU WILL NOT LET GO—THIS WAS YOUR LIFE, because you’re in a grey day dream since then.
But it is nothing knew.
Not one thing is different about your pain, you are no special person. People have been lying to you, people are two faced. You are two faced. We all lie to each other and ourselves, we re all afraid of the truth. But this is the truth! A lie. A game.
It is old and used, thrown away, and second hand. It has been down a thousand times before.
It is the horns at rush hour and the students talking about theories and thesis. It is rejections slips on the email. It is no communication from an x-girl friend. AND YOU WILL NOT LET GO—THIS WAS YOUR LIFE, because you’re in a grey day dream since then.
But it is nothing knew.
Not one thing is different about your pain, you are no special person. People have been lying to you, people are two faced. You are two faced. We all lie to each other and ourselves, we re all afraid of the truth. But this is the truth! A lie. A game.