Friday, July 10, 2009

Good, Bad, and Indifferent: Fuck It No More

The last thing anyone can do is give a man ample time to think; when it occurs, things, events, and words find a way to converge and perfectly link...and it came to this particular truth. The train didn't stop, because I slammed on the brakes. It came to a halt, because the journey became way too much for you to take.

It all makes sense now; it's never been about me, because there's no sign of this man being confused. Sure, it may cross your mind on occasion, but my soul's been the one that's been battered and abused.

Expressing these thoughts won't change a thing; it's not gonna bring those times back. It'll just continue to make me look like a fool, especially since your train seems to be running smooth now, and totally on track. More power to ya, and it's time for me to go ahead, and follow right along. It's time to compose a brand-new verse, and stop singin' the same old song.

7/10/09 @ 5:34 A.M.
Photo by Clifton Henri

2 comments:

krisaela said...

How strange is it to understand an entry fully, and then not at all? I can relate to this...same ol' song...*sighs* Welcome to choir rehersal.

Muze said...

aw.

The train didn't stop, because I slammed on the brakes. It came to a halt, because the journey became way too much for you to take.

i see the old me soooo much in these two sentences.

amazing.

good write.