Unfettered, I have roamed, my will
a vagrant, thrown around by wavering
winds of convenience and ease,
changing directions to skirt obstacles,
instead of fighting, pleasures avoiding,
the courage I had was but cowardice.
Voices waged a war inside my head,
siphoning volume from my insecurities.
My own voice is a whisper in the chaos,
lost, as I bend and crawl, unconscious,
like a puppet on a string. The freedom
I had set me free only from my self.
All the emotion left inside me now may
not suffice, but I place in you my faith
and surrender to the shackles of truth.
Lead me where you will, I will follow,
Command me as you will, I will submit.
This belief I have is but my blindness.
the vodka and weed wore off, then?
damnit woman, there goes my good boy image!
weed?..there was weed?
mr.n finally got his wish...hmmmm
:)
@drp: Hallo! Their wish was my command. I did not partake of any. Clear? Hehe heh :-)
You shud've come, dufus..
:)....:)