rightcome down now, they'll say...meaningless sit-ins and banter.
i realise my motivation in trying to achieve a good output was wrong.
time to correct.
but i haven't done anything yet.
strange ideas at the bus stop.
i walk back and forth one step to change perspective.
now i have made myself look like a fool.
but it was a good idea.
we shouldn't think success.
being content about making it through this day would be more like it.
strange impressions and relations.
maybe there is some hope after all.
it's good when i walk alone.
because when i do i can scream all the lyrics i want to.
this country is small but big enough.
and it is huge when you look at the tiny things.
it was a nice night.
it wasn't wasted.
i wouldn't rather the free ticket.
just for her.
i hope you are happy with your childhood dreams.
well.
the enter key on my keyboard just got stuck.
i guess it's trying to tell me something.
look down there.
at all the small things.
see how big you actually are.
and be content.
choices are to be made every moment.
i wouldn't rather go with the preferred way.
there's always a guide to how to succeed and succeed fast.
i guess i wouldn't be that kind of person.
i remember the talks about the scenic route.
sure enough, the one i'm taking is scenic enough.
but my road is special.
with every metre i can turn.
but its not me who wants to turn.
its for the big expressway.
for people who want to can't take the speed.
to maybe slow down to my horse and cart.
and have a nice.
slow.
chat.
the sign's in front of me.
yet i don't need to lead the horse.
it knows the way.
just as well as i do.