10/13/10

Beauty lies deep within the soul, so long as you feel beautiful it shows...

Dewy, crisp morning, Brooklyn streets, the setting is instilled in you
The steps you take are familiar, they are habitual
The sun peaks at you through apartment buildings and two family homes
It wants to wake you up, remind you that you are alive,
But you feel like you are living in a coma.
The tapping of your feet into the trainstation and
Hoping to hear the screeches that let you know you public chariot awaits,
But you better make it because every person on it is impatient
And forbid they wait just two more seconds to continue on to their habitual lives.
We've all got these habitual lies we tell ourselves to make things seem like they have a purpose,
"If you're not making a difference, you are dormant"
I was told, but what making a difference is to them might not mean shit to you
So stressing yourself to become someone seems normal.
Why are you making every thing so hard when there is all this simplicity from the beginning?
It's so basic. Make yourself happy.
The say insanity is 'doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results',
Living is a cycle, no matter what you do
You could do something different everyday of your life and that would be your cycle
So if you are going to form a habit of something make sure it is something that makes you smile,
that makes you laugh, and that makes you love it even more, but never makes you wish you had your life back because once was just enough to satisfy your hunger.