You say walls surround your world, encasing you in space, time and worldview. Constrained and numb, encased, hopeless, sedated, dead.
Victim.
Get up your feet and fight, get off the ground and yell, get out your shell and live.
"The way that is bright seems dull.
The way that leads forward seems to slip backwards.
The way that is even seems rough."
Live, and flow.
Apologies if this offended anyone. And by anyone I mean YOU.
Posted by: sky100010 | 02/18/2004 at 11:05 PM