Phew. It's been a while. I have nothing new on me right now. Just a thought or a side note that things I want can't all be mine. I need to learn to wait things out. For it to bear a sweeter fruit. I'm too hasty. With everything. Whether it be in baking, relationships, the stock market or in my career, I need to wait. I need the right timing.
Well, when everything's looking dim, I could just always submerge myself into deeper thought by listening to music.
Here's a a product of my devastation over losing things because of not waiting.
The Stock Market
I have no problem with you.
I don't mind your looks, nor your romance books,
It's just you don't give a flying fuck
whether you're stepping on someone else's luck.
Greedy Grinch, who can't be in a pinch,
We'll it's just game, we try, we lose and face the shame.
Praise God when we earn some gains,
Curse him when we lose the reigns.
But hey, you're free as a bird,
You have a brain to think and observe,
Don't go about on whatever's been heard.
And you can't blame me nor the Father Almighty,
Wolf, it just had to be.
Dang, I really feel bad for letting go of that DD.
The Society, people together for sobriety
but unfortunately, there's you and me,
Selfish and giddy,
who just can't help it but watch and be folly.
It's over. Enough.
All throughout I was smiling,
Well, bets are down, with regretful growls,
Too bad, fool, you thought you were winning.
You can't always win like the Gracies.
P.S. Chuck Palanhiuk's Rant on Title
Change always happens for the better. Maybe I'm a little too optimistic but I believe that the changes that have driven to be at the present are meant to be. I'm not saying everything is destined. It's a question of being. I think, it's just, those with the power to will things have willed things. Those who have ignored or failed to command their lives have let others, may it be other people or just certain events, will things for or against them.
But nonetheless, whether a person have done good or bad to his life, he needs to acknowledge it. The ground gets harder after the rain.
I have here a couple of lyrics I wrote today. Some thoughts out of flow. Topic of interest? Change. It could be a song but right now, it's just a personal note. Maybe someday, when I get my mind working over the keyboard.
Where can I get eyes to get to see the reasons why we are to be?
I've lost all the words inside my head, no identity or plan, forgo,
let the heart speak profound and be,
that critic inside your brain have no good words to say.
Only profound insensibilities that dry out your body frail.
Drought, the soul is thirsty for change.
Adore and endure, no matter where you go,
you can't get left behind or be blind.
The tides have gone high and low,
all you have to do is open that tiny box up your head,
and let go of the reins and take the fall.
I've been getting fond of flowers or anything floral lately. They've been piling up in my gallery.
Something so ethereal about them.
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