Someone's waiting, watch your steps...

We don't seek melodramatics, we don't walk to match the step before, we don't breathe to die, and we certainly don't strive to dissappoint. When we do flatten our image, provoke the caring, misinterpret our true selves, and disrespect the respectful, it's a matter of self effacy. Creativity and our emotional appeals don't strengthen us, they break us down and demote our ignorance from blissful insight to intellectual snobbyness. So we assume, judge, inference; the perfect inhuman stereotypical foreshadow. We don't have our instincts because we lose our natural intuition to deep thought. We fuck up, distance ourselves from the laughter, the reality, and the great times we have in front of us, we refuse to the caboose. But the circles are never ending and one moment is always different from the next. The sun shines the moon, and the shadow grows to fade. I'm taking my deep breath, I'm counting on tomorrow, I'm giving time to make up everything I've borrowed.