an old poem of mine, which i can strangely relate to in every aspect of my life [i am such a foreshadowing freak]:

i hate waking up to the rain

my life is spiraling into pain

inside i may feel that i’m insane

but this isn’t just another game

nobody knows how to change

the core will always be the same

lets not go into a rage

instead keep prancing down the main

kittens frolic in the lane

your picture is still in the frame

but that never meant that you’re vain

and i don’t even know my name

will there ever be anything to gain?

sometimes we are unattained

my heart will never learn to wane

as i watch you eat the flame

rock &roll