The Mentality Of Me
I don't see a point in setting goals and fulfilling them. Expectation is a terrible thing. If you fail, you're left with the bitter taste of disappointment. If you succeed, you're left with the bittersweet taste of doing nothing more than what you were supposed to. If you succeed and go beyond, you're left with the sweet taste of serendipitous surprise for a fleeting second.
Hurrah.
Black
The day is bright, but the faces around me don't seem to be impressed. Everybody is cloaked in dark shades, wearing stern or indifferent faces and keeping to themselves. Everybody is quiet, staring at the ground whilst shuffling along, hastily and uneasily. Everybody is attending their own funeral, and the city is nothing more than a daytime graveyard.
It's a sad irony that our best hours of life should be spent dying.
The day is bright, but the faces around me don't seem to be impressed. Everybody is cloaked in dark shades, wearing stern or indifferent faces and keeping to themselves. Everybody is quiet, staring at the ground whilst shuffling along, hastily and uneasily. Everybody is attending their own funeral, and the city is nothing more than a daytime graveyard.
It's a sad irony that our best hours of life should be spent dying.
IKEA
This goes out to my new love, Ikea.
At last
My Love has come home
My untidy days are over
And my room is now on show!
I found a lamp, that I could read with
A table that I can call my own
I found a quilt cover to press my cheek to
And a storage device that I have never known
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in my room
For you are mine
At Last
This goes out to my new love, Ikea.
At last
My Love has come home
My untidy days are over
And my room is now on show!
I found a lamp, that I could read with
A table that I can call my own
I found a quilt cover to press my cheek to
And a storage device that I have never known
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in my room
For you are mine
At Last
I Am Consumed
I am a cold cup of Nescafe Gold, without sugar or milk
I am a pack of Marlboro Lights, with a cigarette for two
I am a pair of Colorado's who had seen better days years ago
I am a Country Road wallet, full of receipts and little else
I am a Visa card standing on the brink of being maxed out
I am a cold cup of Nescafe Gold, without sugar or milk
I am a pack of Marlboro Lights, with a cigarette for two
I am a pair of Colorado's who had seen better days years ago
I am a Country Road wallet, full of receipts and little else
I am a Visa card standing on the brink of being maxed out
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