Move Along
This is a prose thing, expressing some obscure thoughts from some strange corner in my mind. Maybe if I write them out, they will be gone and I can finally move on to another strange corner of my psyche.
It's just little old me against the big, tall world.
No one tells me these things. I make them up. It's my raw unfiltered wisdom pouring out. All these questions, why and what next? I'm so used to being alone. Now it's like the medicine delivered too late. Can't revive. So many questions like how and when? When do I get my chance? To speak out and express myself? They would say, there's no time like the present. Easier said than done. What do I have to lose, except my soul? I would give my soul... I think. What do I need? What am I longing for? What do I want? It's not clear but I have an idea.
There's a place for me in the world, I just have to fill it. I have a role.
But thees things... i don't want to say these things. It doesn't come close to what I want to say. It fails in comparison. But I will make it my sole duty to communicate my meaning. If it is the last thing I will do. I will leave my mark on this world like a dog pisses where he goes. It's not over yet and I still have time.
"Speak to me
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along" - Move along by the All American Rejects