Vigil StarGazer Posted February 16, 2004 Report Posted February 16, 2004 (edited) I have been living my life half asleep only when I dream I could feel the rage! all these monsters in my soul to weep. My sanity is worth more then chicken feed so what if the crapy job pays a wage? Now the alarm clock scream I long again to be asleep. Then the torrents of life came, and in circles I was sweep. I thought it was just another stage. until I'm drowning in a flood of anguish weep. they proceed to take my wool, even if I'm the black sheep. even if I don't measure right in the social gage. I'm inefficient because they think my mind is still asleep. So I have my soul sold for $9/hours cheap. Realizing my insignificance I clang to this wreckage, for pettie annoyances I'm broke up and I've weep. The price of social analogy is much too steep and now my life is in diarray, Reality bites, so forever I wish to sleep. The lost of my naiveness, for what did I weep? Edited February 16, 2004 by Vigil StarGazer
Peredhil Posted February 16, 2004 Report Posted February 16, 2004 Good to see you writing again! I think a lot of people feel this way - you encapsulated it eloquently. Some of your stuff reminds me strongly of Pete Townsend of The Who. spelling/grammar/flow suggestions embedded. I have been living my life half asleep, only when I dream could I feel the rage! all these monsters in my soul to weep. My sanity is worth more than chicken feed so what if the crappy job pays a wage? Now the alarm clock screams; I long again to be asleep. Then the torrents of life came, and in circles I was swept. I thought it was just another stage. until I'm drowning in a flood of anguished weeping. they proceed to take my wool, even if I'm the black sheep. even if I don't measure right in the social gage. I'm inefficient because they think my mind is still asleep. So I have my soul sold for $9 -per-hour: cheap. Realizing my insignificance I cling to this wreckage, for petty annoyances I'm broken up and I've wept. The price of social analogy is much too steep and now my life is in disarray, Reality bites, so forever I wish to sleep. The lost of my naivetè, for what did I weep?
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