Friday, June 05, 2009
lead me
the aimlessness of it all. watching, reading. indulging myself in a world which is not mine. going to the future, and then to the past. the pretense of greatness i was never born into, and would never be.
i need a life. and when i complained to fiona abt it, i meant it, not in jest. i'd rather be working, productive, even in a cubicle, nine to five. my world needs to revolve more around goals, not around ppl, if i could so help it.
the heart is lost and the mind follows. Lord guide me.
the aimlessness of it all. watching, reading. indulging myself in a world which is not mine. going to the future, and then to the past. the pretense of greatness i was never born into, and would never be.
i need a life. and when i complained to fiona abt it, i meant it, not in jest. i'd rather be working, productive, even in a cubicle, nine to five. my world needs to revolve more around goals, not around ppl, if i could so help it.
the heart is lost and the mind follows. Lord guide me.