My thoughts are boundless my head is spinning and from the position I'm in I feel like I'm drowning. Maybe a million miles away from here a little girl is shedding a tear for the father she lost only this morn Oh, how her heart must be torn. Yet,I choose to sit her and sulk over the passion for my spilled milk. Simple nothings touch me so that I wonder why I don't just go into to the oblivion that my friends have chose. It's an oblivion of carelessness an oblivion of happiness an oblivion of distance to me. This is a time for joy not a time to toy with the simple emotions that taunt me so. "Yell a little louder" I think. I think it's time for bed but this hopelessness into which I've been led is like a fish without a tail There are no walls but it's like a jail. A stranded boat without a sail. A bard without a tale to tell to the crowd which gathers round they are silent they don't make a sound some sit motionless upon the ground The children who want to play have a frown. as the bard searches for words he takes a step forward The crowd waits with anticipation The bard can not be emancipated from the blocking wall inside his head his heart is filled with nails of dread but once the nervoussness fades away he does what he must to earn his pay. His tin cup is filled with change he will use it to cure his hunger pains off to the shop he starts to walk When he is hit by a passing truck. His change flies through the air landing in the hands of a childless pair of people who look horrified at the truck which has just passed by It turns the corner on two of it's wheels with a police car hot on it's heels. On the truck there is a lock that's attached to the door on the truck behind the door lies some goods stolen from a nearby neighbor hood. The man ran over was the father of the daughter who morns this day with her mother. the childless pair can now afford the bills put on them by this world. Of course the theif will be caught by the cops and probably get 20 to life. The audience of people will come home to find that their stereos were stolen but thanks to the cop it all gets returned and these things'll happen as long as the world turns.
Reason for writing:
My problems aren't big
Birth sign: Leo
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