'And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?'
Or so the song goes. Anyway, got home around two a.m. Again.
Depressed. I am jobert's worst nightmare.
I won in the casino last night. Also won this night. Collectively, I think I grossed around 20000. But I lost the 10000 by not stopping. Still, it was a good score. I'm more attuned to my feelings now. I can kind of zero in on the days I'll win. Hope I could do this with Lotto.
Still, I am depressed. Is this as good as it really gets? My job, my being, my reality?
I have a feeling that there is more in store for me. But what? when will it happen? How do i get it? I feel like that Talking Heads song above.
With nothing else to blog, let me leave you with something I made up tonight while walking the streets alone in the rain. Pardon the construct but I'm not a poet. Like I commented before, I'm just a guy with a keyboard who knows how to type. And that could be a dangerous thing.
detour
instinct departs with youth
maturity welcomes my reality
my world is a fantasy
enter, a tinge of insanity
lost in that eternal destiny
the sky cries
the ground trembles
the moon hides
as if life's in shambles
do I feel everyone's pain
will they care for the world's hurt
apathy rules the common sense
logic dictates we'll end up as dirt
why then this parody
life's meaning is obscure
improvement is it's desire
trapped in limitation
escape in imagination
loneliness is my company
i welcome its reality
the world is just insanity
will i welcome life's calamity
