Rules were meant to be broken, correct? Thease binding statements were created to control us, to mold us into the ideal citizens. Each rule is a new restriction to ourselves; another reason to conform. Break a rule; become yourself.
Normally I would snap back
But I’ve been
Over the years
Pain has caused me to
Loss all the elastic in my life
As I drive along the bending road my thoughts drift to you.
What are you doing?
Who are you with?
Am I on your mind?
Alas, I know that your thoughts never drift to me.
Our love is gone with the last bend in the road .
Illuminating this dreary place.
Giving definition to each dirty face.
Clearly showing every hidden flaw.
Confusion mixed with reality.
Not quite sure of what she saw.
I’m simply a manger of my own life. Directing the objects and people around. Do this, do that. Seldom do I think about myself or have a selfish moment. Constantly directing those around me to do the things they need to do.
What really counts as level? One with their head on straight. No longer toppling from side to side. Gaining too much pressure. Flipping completely over. Someone who manages the pressures of others. Keeps level.