Saturday, November 29, 2008

universe of discourse

Nothing that’ll kill you kid
Nobody that’ll care
When you break a few dreams trying
And smash your ambition into a telephone pole
It’ll all wash out in the end
Trust me
When the mask you wear is all worn out
And the moves you make
Are only cheap imitations
Of who you once thought
You might be
It’s nothing to worry about
It’s nothing 
That doesn’t happen every day