For a simple life is all I ask.
Straight and narrow, lacking the twists and turns,
Jolts and jitters, and swoops and swallows.
Elevating experiences enhace the everyday drone.
Diving deep, I drown, drinking drums of delicate compliments,
Concerned comments, calculated catastrophies, and correcting catch phrases.
Praise be to God.
Interesting intimacies are inobtrusively intimidated intentionally
While willingly, I withold, whether or not
Newcomers know or care.
The complex simplicity intertwines itself with my life
And there is nothing that can be done.
Wishing wishing wishing wishing wish
Fear, hope, dread, joy,
Cleary confused yet utterly understanding,
Why?
Doubt creeps through crack and crevice but
Fortune flows quite quickly and eventually destroys.
Acceptance...although altogether unwise.
Worry Worry Worry Worry, Wait.
No more.
Praise be to God
-HTC
I'm not going to even try. This is just what came out. It's interesting really...beats around the bush, but gets the point across if you read what it says and understand what it implies (fat chance). Have fun.