I wrote this at work. Had a little eztra time on my hands. |
Tick tock tick tock, it feels like an eternity has passed. Now you're thinking about the time you got beat up by Will Pentagrast. You Didn’t get beat up you kinda held your own. Why is it that assholes never leave you alone. Gazing at the clock only minutes have seemed to pass. Think about the time you went fishing for some bass. Now he's got the poles and you don’t even call him dad. To those who don’t know this may seem kind of sad. Running through these memories makes me wonder more, how many things have I forgotten. Losing all this lore. Gazing around the room, trying not to see the clock, thank god its digital, no more god-forsaken tocks. Rummaging through my head dark caverns hold deep thoughts. Like that girl Nicole, man what a fucking Loss. Thinking about fate and the crazy twists its thrown. And this god damned concept of time just wont leave me alone. And it is so damn true, if I had known then, what I know now, THIS might not be how my life turned out. Its all so very strange, and all so very true, but I will say from here I do so like the view. “Time to think” |