firestarter

Down and bloody where one be
The calloused heart battered even be
Weighing between liberty and staying
The heart, mind and soul ever be

This can’t be
I can’t be
Denial? Acceptance?
Ensnared with choices and continuance

Slipping and slacking, bruised ego,
Oh, my bantering ego
For you are so low trampled with ever denial
Or are you too high atop the sky?

Lessons, oh lessons, what a way to teach ones ego ...

Unsa diay ning CIA sa istorya?
Mura nig drugs nga maka addict?

Or is it merely posts counts, a testament of procrastination in a media in the interwebs.

No benefits, no nothing. Just a simple reminder to go get out and get a life.