What's wrong with us? We're a people of dreams but we're afraid to stand up and take action. We want so much for the price of nothing. Lies and deceit, it's all just another one of our pointless games. Nothing is ever easy, nothing is ever free, and no one is ever pleased. Blindly we walk through life, afraid of change. Maybe we're the generations with no place, the generation of dreams, the generation afraid to make the change. Maybe we're even products of our environment and we're not this way cause we want to be but rather cause we are made to be this way. Even then we still have a choice and we are the only ones that have the ability to determine the ending to our stories. There is no excuse for our ignorance, for our bliss. We've become blind, we become deaf, dumb, and cold. We hide behind our masks, and cracking outer shells. We clothe ourselves in lies and all or insecurities so that we won't really be seen. Lies we've repeated so much we now believe them to be true. We say we're accepting and we're all about love, peace and good will to man but we wage our petty wars every day. Wars waged at home, in the streets, the playground. Wars of greed, wars of passion, and temporary reprieve from all our problems. A short escape, but it's certainly not free. And I know I'm no exception. I'm just as blind, just as deaf, dumb and cold as the next. We're the a nation of greed, idols, lust, and false ambitions. We will continues to wage our wars for control, beliefs, oil, pride. No one wants to admit that they were in the wrong even when everyone can see it but them. Like cancer it drags us down, millions by millions everyday. I've dealt with my pride but I'll never be free of the guilt cause I'll always remember the things I did that were all to benefit me and my own selfish ambitions. Scars across my heart and the meories that are burned into my brain, remind me everyday, and the screams and the faces I can't escape them everytime I fall asleep. I can only beg and plead I've realized, I can't make people change. You can wish the best for them but you just can't control them.
-Dan
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This is just some thoughts of mine and my feelings, my heart and soul. Read it and judge me
"call me a sinner, call me a saint
tell me its over, i'll still love you the same
call me your favorite
call me the worst
tell me its over i don't want you to hurt"
tell me its over, i'll still love you the same
call me your favorite
call me the worst
tell me its over i don't want you to hurt"