| Reflections What sort of fool am i-what sort of clown? "Action speak louder than words..." And how have i behaved; what have i shown? In writting i say this and i say that, Why do i find it hard to act of what i feel and say? By thinking and not listening to my heart many a mistake has been made But it is hard to act out what my heart feels. Thoughts trip and trouble me, and in the end-nothing. being foolish, spirits were once tried to solve the problem... What a fool, what a fool...one cannot run from what is inside. Another question the arises - can i continue as i have? I find it difficult not to dig my own grave deeper As it seems most of my actions turn to folley. Foolish love, foolish mind, foolish body------------------------------- Tangled in a net of confusion love is caught. What can i do but follow - i cannot go against myself. Love..love? -December 25th, 1:05am. |