I feel weird
I dont like it, but it feels like it doesnt matter.
Things happen, some we can control, others we cant.
Was this out of my control? Or was it completely my fault?
Was it a combination of the two?
I often ask myself out loud:
Do mistakes make my character?
Or do my finished goals tell you who I am?
Why wont anybody tell me?
Or is it that nobody really can?
It feels like everybody knows who I am but me
How can I tell what is written on my face?
Others read me like an open book
They look like the words are spelling disgrace
And all I wonder about is why
I often ask myself out loud:
Do mistake
The cards are dealt
You look at what you got
You know losing is not an option
When you look at the pot
Life is a lot like poker
Antes grow when you do
More is at stake every day
New cards are dealt too
Everybody wants
to have that double ace
So you can look into a mirror
and see a handsome face
But remember, not always
Do aces win the round
Sometimes even deuces beat them
when a third has been found
Life is a lot like poker
But its not exactly the same
So play by your own rules
In this little, lively game
When I look in the mirror
It is the first thing that I see
I wonder what others think about it
when their eyes look at me
Sometimes it just brings me down
I dont know what to do
I look at it time and time again
Thinking: They hate it too
I try to find flaws in others
Make theirs bigger than mine
But then I realize I am like them
and they are just fine
To myself I say
Where is that courage of thee?
And when I make up my mind
Courage finally comes to me
And so I come to the point
where I invite women to my lap
and ask them straight to their face
What do you think of me and my littl
I am the Jester
Who speaks of no sadness
The only thing wrong with me
Is a tiny bit of madness
Thats what people believe
Thats what they think they know
Because none look directly
To see what my eyes show
They only see
What the outside shows
Only the jokes and laughter
The clown with the red nose
I help them with problems
Try to give them advice
While my problems keep crawling
In the dark, like mice
However I keep laughing
Solving problems on my own
But one day Ill need help
From the lady on the throne
For she gives advice
To the King so great
I must seek her help
Before its too late
But woul
When the time comes
will I be ready?
When I am needed
will I be there?
Will I be able to do
what needs to be done?
Will I be the one
everything depends on?
Will I do as I was told?
Will I do what my heart tells me?
Will I do the right thing?
Or will I run and hide?
Will I gamble with my life
to safe the life of another?
Will I sacrifice myself
so they can be safe?
Nobody knows these things
not until the time comes.
Until that time
all you can do is hope.
I feel weird
I dont like it, but it feels like it doesnt matter.
Things happen, some we can control, others we cant.
Was this out of my control? Or was it completely my fault?
Was it a combination of the two?
I often ask myself out loud:
Do mistakes make my character?
Or do my finished goals tell you who I am?
Why wont anybody tell me?
Or is it that nobody really can?
It feels like everybody knows who I am but me
How can I tell what is written on my face?
Others read me like an open book
They look like the words are spelling disgrace
And all I wonder about is why
I often ask myself out loud:
Do mistake
The cards are dealt
You look at what you got
You know losing is not an option
When you look at the pot
Life is a lot like poker
Antes grow when you do
More is at stake every day
New cards are dealt too
Everybody wants
to have that double ace
So you can look into a mirror
and see a handsome face
But remember, not always
Do aces win the round
Sometimes even deuces beat them
when a third has been found
Life is a lot like poker
But its not exactly the same
So play by your own rules
In this little, lively game
When I look in the mirror
It is the first thing that I see
I wonder what others think about it
when their eyes look at me
Sometimes it just brings me down
I dont know what to do
I look at it time and time again
Thinking: They hate it too
I try to find flaws in others
Make theirs bigger than mine
But then I realize I am like them
and they are just fine
To myself I say
Where is that courage of thee?
And when I make up my mind
Courage finally comes to me
And so I come to the point
where I invite women to my lap
and ask them straight to their face
What do you think of me and my littl
I am the Jester
Who speaks of no sadness
The only thing wrong with me
Is a tiny bit of madness
Thats what people believe
Thats what they think they know
Because none look directly
To see what my eyes show
They only see
What the outside shows
Only the jokes and laughter
The clown with the red nose
I help them with problems
Try to give them advice
While my problems keep crawling
In the dark, like mice
However I keep laughing
Solving problems on my own
But one day Ill need help
From the lady on the throne
For she gives advice
To the King so great
I must seek her help
Before its too late
But woul
Friendship is for some easy to understand.
Some count friends just by shaking a hand.
Some call friends people who hang around.
Some of us have friends to no bound.
There are people who see friends as people they can trust.
Someone who saves your life if he must.
Someone who you can talk to whenever you have a problem.
People that make time dissolve when you speakq to them.
A friend who brings a smile to you.
A friend who respects you for what you do.
But a friend will also tell you what's wrong.
He will tell you not to steal something you long.
People have problems seeing others as their friends.
Friends are people who never tend
To brib
I met a hero today. He wasnt like the ones you hear about neither in fairy tales, nor in old history books that you may find in Libraries. He looked like any other person, really. He was wearing the same clothes as everyone and had the looks of any other average guy.
But what happened changed my outlook on the everyday person. In reality it was stupid of me to even start the car that day, and it was even more stupid of me to actually think Id be able to drive all the way to the supermarket 30min away.
But I did, and thats what this story is all about. Thats right Me, driving a car to the supermarket
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