while i tell you a story how reality kicked my ass!
i was feeling very sure of myself
thought i had this shit on lock
like i could do it myself
but you see none of us do anything alone except die.
feeling that particulates of feeling honest was reward for perculiarness.
i have only had but 1 love and i lost her twice,
sharing is selfish caring,
ease of guilt, who the fuck made it look like it was a selfless act? ...and if its caring so much I'm not gonna be there to comfort my therapist when she wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night shedding a tear for me!
notice the different standards of behaviour for himself than he has towards me.
now she cares, enough to know that she gets a pay cheque at the end of the month.
used to clown around, litter and conscious ease myself that I'm creating work for those its meant for....IRONY!!
but the universe tends to unfold itself as it should. sometimes Revelation, fun or scary....
but I'm paper, y'all recycle my ass 'til I'm papyrus!
Gino Obuseng
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