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Everyone comes to a point
In their life when they wake up,
Stretch, yawn and look around
And you ask yourself:
What's the fucking point?
I've come to know this sceneario
Entirely too well, and I've come
To the conclusion that everyone
Is put here for a purpose.
But what's mine?
I've spent too much time
Asking myself, looking to myself,
Looking to others for a clue
That the answer has probably passed
Me over a million times or more.
Everyone comes to the point,
Where your words meant good
Come back and slap you in the
Fucking face, and you wonder why.
Everyone comes to a point,
Where their heart gets broken,
And life pins them down,
Kicking dust in their face.
I'm still rubbing my eyes
From the last time,
Maybe this time,
I'll finally go blind.
Who's to say I haven't already?
Who's to say "everything will be ok"
I'm fucking tired of hearing it.
I'm fucking tired of working for it.
Everyone comes to a point,
Where you stop and say:
This is it.
I can't try any harder than this.
What do you do?
When you've been there,
Too long already?
dave

 

[snowgrl]

i know where your coming from. i have been on house arrest with my parents for 2 months. and it has gotten to the point you have to live one day at a time. and take in step closer at a time, you do have a perpis in this life you just have to find it,

 

[cand-E bamber]

heh. perpis.
again, its been a pleasure reading your writing,. i envy your ability to write your exact thoughts in a manner that others can relate to. its great reading writing that gives you an insight to life, as well as a look into anothers mind. stuperbelous.
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Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? - Douglas Adams

 

[ice-9]

good words, bro. I can relate all too well.