F Failure

so many times I just want to quit. I know that isn't the sanitized and politically correct socially approved version of life. At times I ready for this life to be over and to move on to the next one. perhaps I have a different experience than you have had. Or maybe just recently things haven't exactly been in the realm of "acceptable". Or maybe I am just having a bad night. Or a bad year. Or a bad decade. It's all my option to turn it around right? I am in complete control is what you are going to tell me? I can create my own destiny and take the brass ring and go for the gusto?

Or maybe I'm just sick of that crap. Sometimes, life sucks. I have always been a proponent of pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps. Whatever the hell that means. And accepting responsibility and moving forward. I agree with that even now. I'm just venting my frustration regarding the unfulfilled. As the songs says and as Frost says : There are roads in both of my shoes..

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me and
Bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel
Feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there's a Greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place where they're
Far more suited than here

I cannot guess what you'll discover
We turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another's
And not one speck will remain

I do believe its true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I'll hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body

I do believe its true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too

So brown eyes I'll hold you near
Cause you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere