So if you live your life in a three piece suit,
In a cocktail dress, or combat boots
You pick your path and you walk your truth
And the world will come round to you.

Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past
Thank the Lord for the friends he cast,
In the play he wrote for you.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

In the past while I've just seen so many things break apart or fall apart or approach that degree. I've come to realize that there are just so many things bothering me sometimes but there's just no outlet or just no way out. I'm tired in so many ways and yet not. This entry certainly isn't against anyone but it's just something about me.

I need some sort of epiphany. If anyone has any good ones, let me know.

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