Back home or something like it

Friday, November 7, 2008

Back home everyone seems to be searching for something but all they can find is a whole lot of nothing. Back home there isn't anyone just hoping because they feel like nothing can really save them from their troubles. They try not to hold out but we can't fight the fact that life can go black when the lights are go out...but I guess you try to watch out for yourself. Back home the same problems exist and the pain throbbing in your head. people can be so common, it doesn't really bother them...they just swallow it and hope for something better to happen that will pull us back together somehow...but sometimes the chances of that ever happening are somewhat slim. But back home we try to get a glimpse of the good life. I try my best to keep together when you say mean, insulting, hurtful words. I pace back and forth, looking for that courage to shine but it seems I can't find it. I need something to nourish my mind. I know we all lose quite a bit in life but only to gain some of it back. The dark winding roads I came from..I move with the night..I'm so used to its cold shade, and I never lose sight of bringing truth back into my life. Back home I have lots of things on my mind, I'm always behind because there is never enough time and I am non-stop, bottom line, I do what I have to do to keep moving on. Back home those people who call me hopeless and other mean things...you try telling me I need to focus...but focus is overrated cause you just seem to point out every blemish, mistake that I supposedly make and there is nothing I can really do to change what you or she makes you think. Back Home I try to find myself and try to feel like myself again.