Thursday, March 20, 2008

Crazy dream

So i dreamt the other night that there was a girl sitting at a bus stop. I knew nothing of her other than the fact that she was 13 years old. Across the street stood a man with evil intent painted into his facial features. I knew something was wrong as he began to walk slowly toward her, yet I stood on the median motionless, incapable of interceding. With every step that the man took closer to the girl however, she became younger and younger, to the extent that by the time the man reached her location she was an infant, which he picked up and cradled in his arms. Then I woke up. 

Will i ever know

When hunger strikes and I've got food
Do i give until i starve?
When millions need their daily bread 
Should I still pay for college? 
How much good is good enough 
and is that even good enough? 
Does giving just enough for me to still have just enough even make sense? 
Of what worth is prayer when the answer all too often sits in my back right pocket? 

Majority swayed

i'm as constant as a streetlight on a timer; showing my colors to the longest line of cars. that is until there are no more waiting; then i change- but throw out a warning first, i never said I was committed. i almost wish you didn't count on me to be green, please don't choose another route. now i'll entertain those from another direction, but only for so long; like i said before: i'm changing. it's who i am. majority swayed.