mood:  contemplative music: B-52's Love Shack
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Games
Make me a list.
An epic tale of your faults.
I'll use them to openly judge you.
Cut you down to size.
See you for who you really are.
To some I'm their Guardian Angel. To others their helpless pawn.
Where do you stand with those you care for?
Is your worth to them, what theirs is to you?
Tell me your deepest secrets,
So i can judge your darkness for myself.
Disintrest is the game you play.
Unquestionable loyality is mine.
So tell me the storie of you soul.
My ears are here for listening.
Paint me a picture of your every dream.
I'll show you one of my nightmares.
-Lepeka- 9/29/2004
Success
I feel like hiding inside myself.
Becoming antisocial
I am losing intrest in what used to be my everything.
It all seems so dejavo.
I'm sick of exsisting according to someone elses schedual.
I need to be spontanious.
Lately my mind has been a more constant and loyal companion.
Everyone else has THEIR lives.
Once, daily rutines seemed exciting, full of potential.
Now they're ordinary occurances bore me.
I hate to be anything but optomistic.
"I'm always happy unless I'm bored."
Why does success have to govern our happyness?
When did simplicity die?
Pressure to become a prodogey.
Where does this all go?
What gold is at the end of your rainbow?
Will you be content with how it manifests?
These are questions we should never have to ponder.
Fallow your heart to your true calling.
Success will fallow.
-Lepeka- 9/28/2004
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