Pushing Pansies.
lately I've have had little to write,
and so, perhaps, I've finally lost my writing flair,
or that I've finally sorted out my feelings.
much time has passed since the start of everything...
from child to teen, from teen to old
made new friends, made friends.
got burned, spurned and lost my head.
hey, I even found God...too many times over...
but maybe its the little lessons that we learn outside of class that really matters.
maybe its not about the people you dislike, come to dislike
nor is it about those that you do like, and come to like,
but just the things that you learn
how to act, how you act, how others act.
i pride myself on my deduction skills.
but perhaps i jsut enjoy thinking of things,
piecing life bit by bit.
its a message.
i get it.
fuck me.
