Rant and Roll
Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 11:15 am
My head is pounding, my back is aching, my stomachs churning. It's like they've split my head open ; they're taking their spoons, scooping out my brains, and eating them (...hope that's not too graphic). And I'm supposed to be a professional something or other; what was it.
I'm not going to make it. This is the week it ends. God how many times have I felt this way.
And the world just ignores me like you would ignore a ranting spoiled child.
Or the world pays me some small compliment.
And I drag myself through the day.
And I really do feel like a spoiled child.
Except, things aren't better; I'm not becoming a big boy.
If I can't change myself, at least I can change the world, right!?
Oh, wait....
I'm not going to make it. This is the week it ends. God how many times have I felt this way.
And the world just ignores me like you would ignore a ranting spoiled child.
Or the world pays me some small compliment.
And I drag myself through the day.
And I really do feel like a spoiled child.
Except, things aren't better; I'm not becoming a big boy.
If I can't change myself, at least I can change the world, right!?
Oh, wait....