Philosophical Connodrums
April 10th 2007 13:31
-- My Garden My Room and Myself ... As i look outside my window, i begin to realise by taking a closer look into the garden that it is a bare without colour as my room wall, the life taken out of it, colourless as i think to myself, so not me, why i am continously thinking like this, i don't know i wish i had the answer, funny i have the answer to everyones elses questions but no answers to my own questions ...
i am swirling into state of outer conscious, i dont even know what i am saying now, what to i mean, i dont even know what i'm even thinking, i try to figure it out, i know i thinking about something of some sort, yet nothing comes to mind mind
lying in bed waiting to sleep myself into a deeper state of trance, yet it's not working, why not, i just want my mind to go to sleep, have rest, it been at work all day, it deserves some time of, yet it continues to think of what i still dont exactly know,
time to ramble myself away to another timezone where i can continue to think about what i still havent worked it out, i ask myself how can i possibly not know what i am thinking about when i thinking about something, my answer is i dont know, i still cant come up with anything, there must be something in there
spinning out of control trying to figure out what is going on inside my head, well ...it still remains a mystery til this day and moment in time
i am swirling into state of outer conscious, i dont even know what i am saying now, what to i mean, i dont even know what i'm even thinking, i try to figure it out, i know i thinking about something of some sort, yet nothing comes to mind mind
lying in bed waiting to sleep myself into a deeper state of trance, yet it's not working, why not, i just want my mind to go to sleep, have rest, it been at work all day, it deserves some time of, yet it continues to think of what i still dont exactly know,
time to ramble myself away to another timezone where i can continue to think about what i still havent worked it out, i ask myself how can i possibly not know what i am thinking about when i thinking about something, my answer is i dont know, i still cant come up with anything, there must be something in there
spinning out of control trying to figure out what is going on inside my head, well ...it still remains a mystery til this day and moment in time
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