I'm bored. I'm a slacker. and yet I don't seem to have all that much time on my hands either. What's with me? What's with my life? Where am I heading? No idea. Who has the answers? No one but God who ain't telling. What does that do for me? Leaves me to wonder around this arid field we call Earth to find my wind and fly to wherever I may.
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Seasons come, seasons go, and no one knows how the leaves will fall Life is the throw of a dice into the roulette table All we can do Walk in circles while doubting the sands beneath you Praying they never part