If it's my decision, then maybe that's why I needed to be alone.
I didn't want it to be my decision, I wanted us to talk about it....really talk about it.
But I guess it didn't happen that way.
I don't know what's real these days, my mind isn't quite clear, sometimes I feel crazy.
Is it or is it not, crazy?
Meow.
Some days everything makes me sad, but I've always been like that.
And this is the secret account of my exploits.
But Ocean Beach and the infamous Voltaire?
Well, there's nothing for me here.
Just a bunch of faded memories.
The dust settled, kicked up after wandering a beaten path, "once upon a time" and "I've been here before"
And this is where we are now, walking familiar roads in a life that wasn't really ever mine.
Maybe that's why I always ran...
There's too many things I could say.
But there's nothing more really.
I became a slave to the drone of life.
The white noise in the background, it rules my life.