In depth
Never ceases to amaze me how much a person can go back into a cycle. Plates and such don't lie. And he to say I hope the best for all is to hope that they don't get trapped into the same circle or routine they always have been going in.
Yet some, it seems, are just that - a broken record. See I always hoped that some would set themselves apart and even begin to start a new life. And still proven over and over the same threads in their lives.
To boot is how they try to hide it. A down low kind of event and yet they are blazing into the world with firecrackers. Peeps I hate to tell you the truth here but you have NOT changed an ounce of your life. Just in a repeat of a dead song.
Please get over it. Only way you can live is to shut it all out. Yet even me, I sigh, in the aspect of a new beginning, new adventure. And as I sit here thinking if only or what can I show them to change.. I still see an avenue to TRY to help.
Then I realize, most are back in the dried ring because they choose to be there. So then I have to exhale again and just be hopeful that they finally hit a rock bottom.
Almost die in a sense, so they can truly see their repetition. And yet, some never really do. As sad as that is, I still cling to a hope.
Yes. Yes I am that optimistic. Even in moments when people call me cold, ugly, insensitive, dark and jealous. Nope. Just face it I still care.
I may not like your choices nor the cycle you are in but I still care. And seriously hope that one day your life changes for all the goodness you should have within yourself.
See that never stops. Even when I finally slam the doors shut. Still today, right this moment, I hope you get out from under your dark, campy friends. That even the ones you cook for are showing their depth to you, so your intellectual self can decipher the undue wickedness you don't need anymore.
Yet I still see a haze of blindness over you. BUT what do I know?
So now I just hope. Too sensitive. Too caring. Whatever.
Yet some, it seems, are just that - a broken record. See I always hoped that some would set themselves apart and even begin to start a new life. And still proven over and over the same threads in their lives.
To boot is how they try to hide it. A down low kind of event and yet they are blazing into the world with firecrackers. Peeps I hate to tell you the truth here but you have NOT changed an ounce of your life. Just in a repeat of a dead song.
Please get over it. Only way you can live is to shut it all out. Yet even me, I sigh, in the aspect of a new beginning, new adventure. And as I sit here thinking if only or what can I show them to change.. I still see an avenue to TRY to help.
Then I realize, most are back in the dried ring because they choose to be there. So then I have to exhale again and just be hopeful that they finally hit a rock bottom.
Almost die in a sense, so they can truly see their repetition. And yet, some never really do. As sad as that is, I still cling to a hope.
Yes. Yes I am that optimistic. Even in moments when people call me cold, ugly, insensitive, dark and jealous. Nope. Just face it I still care.
I may not like your choices nor the cycle you are in but I still care. And seriously hope that one day your life changes for all the goodness you should have within yourself.
See that never stops. Even when I finally slam the doors shut. Still today, right this moment, I hope you get out from under your dark, campy friends. That even the ones you cook for are showing their depth to you, so your intellectual self can decipher the undue wickedness you don't need anymore.
Yet I still see a haze of blindness over you. BUT what do I know?
So now I just hope. Too sensitive. Too caring. Whatever.
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