Sunday, 6 March 2011
Drunken letter to self... (D.P.S)
Even when we're free we remain trapped...
I walk out of a job to walk into another
how is that freedom?
Does life offer me much choices?
even if it does, I still ask the same questions.
What am I complaining about? I have everything
I need here on earth.
yet i still ask for more...
I complicate things out of desire
it's me that makes life hard;
What makes it worse, i have those
around me that help make it easy.
How many times must I chase that
cheese and fool for the same trap.
every material item I have is an
extension of my ego, I have nothing
to offer, that is why i buy.
I stay with one woman,
is that out of comfort or love?
Or am i just trapped in lust?
When lusting for women
is it because I can't
find happiness in one?
The more partners I have the more
I lose myself;
one woman one problem
two women a million problems.
"Victory belongs to the last man standing"
That saying dose not apply to me right now...
So ima have a lye down
at least maybe in that I will find some truth.
("Don't think to drink... But Drink to think")