Tuesday, January 08, 2013

fighting cock mode.

Fighter mode.

What we do in life echoes in eternity

It's one of those things
It's one of those things
It's one of those things
it happens in life
It's one of those things
It's probably for the best
It's probably a test
We're in it to win it
We're in it to get it done
It's one of those things
Nevermind the matter of fact, what the heck
Well well well,
Check out the meek
Who greet their days with worry
It's not about you ,
It's the way we need to go about it
I never need this
I have always wanted this
I wanted all of this
I throw away all of this
What is the matter?
When all you need is to flatter
The bullshit and lies
The truth that dies
When all that is left is just the voice in your head
You are over there
Smiling and frowning all at once
Wondering what I am thinking
When all I think is myself
I never knew it was like this
I knew I was going on the receiving end
Of a flawed deal of devils and fools
Do I need to make myself heard?
About the muck inside my head
I am all but dead
It's been like that for a while
So what difference does it make when I cry?
You cannot help
My friends cannot help me
When the help I need is within me
Something I cannot conjure up
It's in there, I know it.
But I fell I may have blown it
What's there left of me?
It's all my fault anyway
It's like the sun setting another day
It becomes cold late late at night
And I know you think of me
But maybe what I need is to be me
Tired and tired and tired
There may be no rest for me yet
When it all ends I will look back at all this
and reminisce about what I missed
I think it is wise to say
It was never meant to last that long anyway
I may be different now from way back then
When I was a young man who was stick thin
Who wanted to do this, who wanted to do that
But all I got what a whacked up man who is getting old
Maybe I will come out a different person
With tiredness to boot, and sweat glistening
but it's not who I thought I would be
I am not the man I used to be
If change is inevitable than this is healthy
For me to feel like the rug is being pulled from beneath me
What of it, you say?
Who the hell cares?
Apparently I do because it's all concerning me
I will make it clear and I will be strong
For there is no time to waste
as the days wear on
Good days greets good nights
As it is a happy period of my life
But life is never nice when you go through it
It's better as a fiction that you rethink and relive
So life must be enjoyed
And you must learn how to relax
and listen to the advice of your elderly who are caring for you
When you go out to that barren desert, you will know
It's something that is certain, it's what you will never know
For nothing can be planned up to a T
It's all just jumbled up words, pictures and memory
Then it's time to move, time to take action
Time to take your fist and  make sure you mean it
Cause it's a wonderful life, it's too short to waste mopping
Well what the hell, good bye , forsaken and forgotten
You ain't gonna live if you live in the past
What the heck and am I rambling? Get it, go out and have fun
Enjoy what life has to offer it won't be lasting long
You got yourself to be assure of. You need not worry
Because we're all going to be blessed in under His amazing glory

2 comments:

munchkin said...

Huns.. hang in there..

xoxox

Hayden Ahmad said...

Thanks, huns