Three Hundred Dollar Sunglasses Can't Hide the Tears....

Feeling desperate.
Hoping that if I fill every possible inch of space, every possible instance,
every possible moment with something other my own thoughts,
I can push the sadness away.

I know better. But I don’t.

So I turn up the volume on the iPod, hoping to drown out that wandering mind.
Work endlessly to exhaust the body so the mind has no fuel to drift.
But the body becomes over worked and the mind becomes desperate.

I know better. But I don't.

So I work harder.
Filling every possible inch of space, every possible instance,
every possible moment with something other my own thoughts,
hoping I can push the sadness away.

Maybe It's Time to Stop Running Away...

It seems like “taking your time” has been the reoccurring theme in the past few months. Even my trainer’s been asking me why I’m always in such a rush. And as productive as hurrying through sets of calf raises and bicep curls, me making haste running up the hills of this crater size rut I’ve found myself in, may have me missing the point of it all........

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"Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I'm beginning to find I
should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
with open arms and open eyes. yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,
I'll be there.

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine
and hold my own and drive? oh oh oooh.
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.

But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found."

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*Horoscope Dose 5.09.2006
*Lyrics Incubus Drive