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Some circuit wires, mini light bulbs, a mouse, and a few lettered buttons...
These are what my life is made of.
I live for the computer that holds my social life within it.
I pray to the Mother Board, that my life never crashes into pieces.
One of my best friends in the whole world was met over the system link between every computer in the world called...the internet.
Just so happens he lives in Florida.
But, when I face the facts that he is utterly depressed over some girl who, for the most part, ignores his entire existence and I want nothing more than to hug him tight, I am reminded of the perfect chick flick movie.
The one where the guy falls in love with some idiot blonde and the best friend, who's in love with him, is left forgotten on a long dirt road while they drive off in the shiny red convertible.
But those movies have happy endings where the friends get together, but my end is never happy and I realize that the boy will never be mine.
And as I wake in the morning, another friend of mine whispers in my ear that the Cheshire cat of my dreams has become real.
That cat is circling around me, suffocating my dreams, taking away the peaceful images.
My whispering friend blows out the window and I am left alone, once again on that damn dirt road.
Trust is something that I will always have issues with, no matter how trustworthy a person is, and because of that my life has lead me through twist and turns, so many that I am lost.
I'm lost on the dirt road that has turned into a labyrinth.
I feel like a lab rat having scientists watch me as I turn confused and as I run scared.
And when I finally stop, they end my suffering.
"Hmm, it appears she found the only dead end, time for a new rat."
But, my end will only end when that Cheshire cat decides to stop chasing my tail in my dreams and lets me go.
I'm revolting those damn scientists and their rules.
Crow, I hope you're listening because my soul is crying out.
And as I am forced back into line by those asshole scientists...my soul begins to sing...
"I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier, I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier...I've got rhymes, and I am a poet, I've got rhymes, and I am a poet...I've got soul, can you deal with it."
These are what my life is made of.
I live for the computer that holds my social life within it.
I pray to the Mother Board, that my life never crashes into pieces.
One of my best friends in the whole world was met over the system link between every computer in the world called...the internet.
Just so happens he lives in Florida.
But, when I face the facts that he is utterly depressed over some girl who, for the most part, ignores his entire existence and I want nothing more than to hug him tight, I am reminded of the perfect chick flick movie.
The one where the guy falls in love with some idiot blonde and the best friend, who's in love with him, is left forgotten on a long dirt road while they drive off in the shiny red convertible.
But those movies have happy endings where the friends get together, but my end is never happy and I realize that the boy will never be mine.
And as I wake in the morning, another friend of mine whispers in my ear that the Cheshire cat of my dreams has become real.
That cat is circling around me, suffocating my dreams, taking away the peaceful images.
My whispering friend blows out the window and I am left alone, once again on that damn dirt road.
Trust is something that I will always have issues with, no matter how trustworthy a person is, and because of that my life has lead me through twist and turns, so many that I am lost.
I'm lost on the dirt road that has turned into a labyrinth.
I feel like a lab rat having scientists watch me as I turn confused and as I run scared.
And when I finally stop, they end my suffering.
"Hmm, it appears she found the only dead end, time for a new rat."
But, my end will only end when that Cheshire cat decides to stop chasing my tail in my dreams and lets me go.
I'm revolting those damn scientists and their rules.
Crow, I hope you're listening because my soul is crying out.
And as I am forced back into line by those asshole scientists...my soul begins to sing...
"I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier, I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier...I've got rhymes, and I am a poet, I've got rhymes, and I am a poet...I've got soul, can you deal with it."
Okay, yeah, this made everyone crack up when I read the lab rat part. I'd get this deeper, fake, and rather careless tone when I said it. It was pretty funny. Comments are lovely.
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I didn't laugh.