• at night i lay in my bed staring open-eyed, at the emptiness in front of me, thinking
    thinking about the future, about memories both good and bad that i can not let go, about what i'm eating for breakfast tomorrow
    my head full of so many, its hard to concentrate on one single one
    and perhaps that one single on is the most important one of all
    memories of family, friends, and love
    with these thoughts lost, there is nothing
    the world is just a big round ball that you wander around on all day doing numerous tasks
    getting a good education, surviving to see the next day, and thinking
    about what i'm going to eat for breakfast
    about the future, what i'm going to be
    a guitarist, a revolutionary, or just nothing at all
    although, whatever i will become in the future, and what i was in the past do not compare to what i am now
    life will go on