Blah
Sometimes when things are so messed up.
You wonder how you will you go on.
Change is an unending process that is always cycling around from day to day.
Sometimes you don't even want to wake up in the morning, and yet you can't get
to sleep at night.
Your mind is spinning like a Ferris wheel that goes around and around and
finally
stops at the top, and you are waiting for it to start going again.
I myself wonder what tommrow will bring, constint wondering what should i do,
am i going to fall on my face today?
the pain of everyday life can become to much.
At times it feels like you have no more air left to take another breath of life.
Although we keep going though day to day we keep going. Blah...
Copyright © Amanda Andrews | Year Posted 2006
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