MiesBarroness
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(4/6/08 9:01 pm)
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 Day to Day
We spend our lives on the treadmill of existance. We wonder from one day to the next. Our minds fixed on tomorrow, that never seems to get here. We loose track of what our passions are and to enjoy them as often as possible. Then we wake up one morning and our face is wrinkled and our guts are hanging over our waistbands; then we look around and think 'this must be a dream because I'm only 30' you were once, welcome to the daymare called life.
I often listen to the song by the 'Who, Our Generation' and the one line where he states "hope I die before I get old". I wonder if he ever thinks about being old now.
Thanks for your indulgence, now move along, nothing to see here, go on, scoot.
Close your eyes and breath deeply.
The sounds you are hearing are the voices in your head. |
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