i grasp on to the inverted inspection that lets me feel like i'm doing something
i get the suspicion that all the analizing i do will never change the truth of what i've been through...
no matter, no reason... no answers...
it is what it is.. and no amount of pretty painting will change it.
ah but there's so many factors that contributed to my grudges...
to make this inbittered...
i only had to reflect on all the careless, destructive actions of the so called "authority"
i sound like the minority... like the rest of the population...
all the circles we run, just trying to figure out why we do what we do....
if i sound unclear... if i come off as mundaine and indesisive...
it's because i put my finger on root of it all...
why we feel the call to seek retribution in resulting harm to our reputations...
a name for every flaw we hold...
i am known only for what i've sown...
a set fate i cant escape from... constantly trying to prove all the supposed right's wrong....
a desperation, please let this exsistance be more then just this...