mushrooms.

cruising along that street
i get familiar waves
of what used to be
real isn't what real is anymore

you numb off, turn off, switch off, roll over, cut off, tune out
and my words seem like whispers above the ground

i wonder what my real aim in life is
i want to be get to the kind of status that allows me to have a cigarette in one hand and a beer in another, telling him/her/whoever that i won't stand for such shit, just get it done.
that's the kind of power i want to wield. not to crush, not to dominate, but to be in a position that gives me self satisfaction that i am doing my job the way i want to do it.

okay i am just rambling shit wtf
today's a weird day
maybe cause it's been three days since i've been out of my house
it was driving me up the walls wtf
i would have torn everything apart
if i had to stay one more day in that place
listening to a broken record
repeating everything three times and more
i am sorry
it is mean of me
but it is the truth
i can't stand being at home.
period.

and no, this post had nothing to do with mushrooms.
;)