EGO

so, i guess a great deal of thing have happened over the past few days, just not to me. i guess that can be a good thing and a bad thing. the biggest thing that has happened to me over the past 2 days was attempting to help with the situation between Cassie and Matt.

i don't have much to say today, nor do i feel like i will on any given day, words aren't my strong suite.

as far as happy goes, today was slightly above average, i sang and actually talked to people i care about and i guess it technically was today that i found out that lane is doing rent next year.

completely random change of pace.

i miss summer. i miss the heat. i miss sitting on my deck and playing guitar at sunset in the warmth and having an audience on the other side of the fence. i miss hanging out with my friends till late at night. most of all i miss the freedom.

i realize not i don't have something fancy in my posts like many other people and i feel like i should. i mean, all the cool people do right? i could ask a question but as of right now, i'm pretty sure only 2 people will read this so i don't think that'd work. i'm not gonna copy other people and put a song in my status. i could put a random piece of poetry that kinda reflects thing right now. i think i might do that.

so todays random piece of poetry is:

EGO by Danny Klein

A sea of waves Is a pretty common thing
A bird in a tree is as predictable as spring;

Heads will not often turn at the sight of a rock filled with gravel
A path led destination is not frequently the source of marvel;

Pertaining to its matter is devoid of any wonder
With casual exchange is met the rain by thunder;

Respite in temperance is as natural as living
the angels will not weep for the darkening of evening;

Clinging to the sparks is a necessary practice
For a song without a theme is as right without the righteous;

Bar the past's escape till the chain destructs of rust
Your artist will be lost its sketch will turn to dust;

A man without a name does not know what he is called
Devoured by the same found track in every road;

But the differences we seek make up the ultimate irony
For a reflection is never more than the image's proxy.