Every day i wake up and get out of bed.
I stretch, yawn, and limp my way
to the bathroom to finish waking up.
Every time I open my eyes
I know my days are few.
I always seem to ask myself
how many more do I have left?
I think about all the tings I have done.
The good things, and the bad.
I sometimes laugh at myself
at some of the things I have done.
Then I would wonder
is god going to accept me,
or push me away,
maybe I will have to prove my worth,
and protect someone as there angel.
As the coffee pot sounds saying its done.
I get my cup and pour me some.
As I recap of all my thoughts
I shake my my head and laugh.
" Oh well" Is all I say.
I turn around and start my day.
| Don't we all start our days like this? Philosophical thinking followed by a sigh, and then normalcy.|
Perfect content. Apart from spelling errors, you're good.
|| Posted on 2006-11-06 00:00:00 | by Azuire | [ Reply to This ] || I probably go everyday thinking the same thing.||| Posted on 2006-11-05 00:00:00 | by Gothic Misery | [ Reply to This ] |