i cannot believe in my lack of timing, moving from one place to the other, missing open doors by just seconds…
Now waiting an hour to do something, which would only taken seconds! Yeah, tis a life of a toad…
Standing life, walking dream. f_ck i would just love to scream!
Well in the end i’m just impatient, wanting for everything now… When will i learn the world doesn’t turn around my dream?
Drifting time as i create those poetic rhymes… Dislodging truth hidden within the back of my mind…
An looking beauty straight into the eye, as a whispering smile…
Lost an driven to lov, which i have never thought there would be a chance of regaining the last waltzing romance…
i’m writing nothing but crap, doing my best to use up the hour i must waite..
Whom would think that it is just one of those days, just like any other day, only another day added upon everybody’s life…
Wandering world, everybody’s living dream…
Now gosh, forgetting my glasses an in the best of light, barely can read what i’m writing…
i’m having the thought about posting more of this type of shit to my blog…
Damn, ifinn going to read any of this shit, so i wouldn’t expect anybody else to read…
toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad
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