I have wasted so much of my life
doing what?
leaving my room in an untidy state
only for me to have to clear up at a later date
my doodles, oh my doodles
why are there trees?
For my fingers to connect with my brain in an unproductive way
or my skin
my human canvas
so smooth, so vast, so white
only for me to spend up to an hour
scrubbing the ink away in the shower
I am always late for the train
I sit at the platform and wait for the next
I am always late for the bus
I stand at the stop and wait for the next
I stay up at night
I go into the bathroom and I close the lock
I stick my earphones in my ears
and dance away, against the clock
I wake up late, if I can
early, if I must
and dream away the day
only to dance till dusk
I am full of ambition
my life could thrive
problem is I’m too busy with make-believe
and I lack real drive
I am not organized
I pay for everything twice
I miss out on gigs
I loose tickets and the like
I think I am a rock band
I think I am a astronaut
I think I am an executive producer
I think I am a human rights lawyer
I dream I am 19 and I have a cat named tails
I dream I am 78 and have finally gone off the rails
I have a letter to finish
CV’s to send
photographs yet to be taken
ideologies waiting to be written
business plans to be pitched
many things to be fixed.
Im listerning to lady soverign
since when did I like this genre of music?
And what kind of animal is penfold?
It’s just hit midnight
and I am very tempted to take my ipod for another evening of banging tunes
and fantasies of myself and Al Paccino (in his early days).
This is turning into a diary
maybe i should get twitter?
Waste my life some more…
rubyjo
enjoy your world
:)