The likeness in our eyes, won’t help with my disguise
Or the odds I’m up against, to even become friends
I’ll take all that you give, and my returning wish
Is whenever I want to, I get to see you.
Two long and lonely roads, I don’t know where they go
Or if they meet up again, can we at least stay friends
I’ll give myself to you, and take the worst from you
If that’s what it means, to keep those eyes on me.
A View of Hell From a Seat In Heaven.
I am not the same person I was 5 minutes ago. And I for sure am not the same person I was 5 minutes before that. I would not have gotten along with myself 10 years ago. I would have gotten along with the people I hated though. For the right reasons- and I still hate them for the right reasons. Make sense? — “Ok, keep goin.’”—- With speed and intensity. I consciously decided to change in July 2001- right before the accident. Ever since then I have been polishing. Dust a feather off, the pillow was fluffed, reallocate the excess, take aim, wait, wait, wait, aim, wait, hold fire, stand down. You’re not worthy… right… capable… take your pick.
(“Go ahead”, I told myself. Relax. No, improve. You’re a 4.0. Do you realize as a student you are teaching? You are in it. These bastards are PATHETIC. Sitting at home trying to make an old face new.. a new face young… and teach a card game to someone who knows it- the fourth time. What isn’t wrong here?)
Problem: Negotiated.
I’d feel sorry for you. But I’d miss my mother’s funeral to watch you fail. One has happened. Both will. Newburgh can rot in the lucifer’s gut. That town is so stagnant, the devil won’t be able to —— for weeks.
