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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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The future is something so intangible, so obscure, that its never a single path, but a field in which you can't see the end of. Its hard to say that you want to choose a path without listening to the voices of others, to listen to your own inner desire and declare "I know who I am, and I know what I want." Its even harder to say, "I don't need your opinion because I know who I am best" because I don't. People change, personalities change, and dreams change as well. After all these years of eluding myself with fictional characters and passions of creation and idealism, of "contributing to the world in a big way", I think its time to face reality and put dreams aside. Practicality over hope, so intangible and fragile it may one day elude me anyway, so why bother? I just thought people would realize what this dream meant to me. I am different, I am. I think. |