Freedom

Is it true that once there's too much freedom we take advantage of it and want more? Or do we get bored of the freedom we get and want somthing more from life? And we keep on wanting the new things. And we keep on yearning and succumbing to temptations one after another. Is life all about having something new? Or is it enhancing the old and making it more exciting? Or is it just us? Us wanting nothing old but new and improved gadgets, people, lovers, marriages, homes and even parents? Are we afraid of falling behind and losing out? In this competitive environment, nothing can be certain. One minute we take the lead, the next minute we lag. We are all the makings of our own destinies. We set out to become more independent, more exposed to different cultures, different political mindesets, changes in environment, changes in lifestyle. Do we change ourselves because we want to? Or do we get shaped by the changes? When we make mistakes and change, are we really changing for the better or simply trying our very best not to make the same mistakes again? Will we be ready to take on new challenges and lead a happier life instead of chasing after materialism? Expectations. Are we all full of them? Are we lead by expectations? Or do we form them so that we can work towards our goals in life? Do we have too many expectations? And since they're only expectations, why do we get so frustrated and upset when they are not met? Why cry? Why the tears? Why carry on expecting when sometimes we know that things are not going to happen. Why hold on to the edge when we can continue finding alternatives and perhaps more solutions? Why sit and watch the world go by when we can live it? We just don't want strings attached, I guess. When we live it, we have to live with the consequences with the decisions we make. We run away in self denial. We think that no strings attached means a happier life because we get to do what we want without living with the consequences. Who said there are none? Why worry? Why indulge in the negative, self cherishing thoughts? It's always about I and I and I and I. We must learn to think for others more than ourselves. Then again we've to know ourselves first and learn to love our own shortcomings. It's like going around in circles. Tell me the answer, show me the way, take the lead, please, someone. Confusion. Confusion Confusion. All over again. Should I try harder? Should I just sit and wait? Should I continue being nice? Should I find out the reason why things are so cold? Things change. People change. Seasons change. All in the name of love and old flames. Have I fallen once again before standing up? Is love such a bad name? What happened to me being strong? Where is the adamant I wanna break free nature? Where are you? Why must you do this to me? I should be dettaching from you all!! I hate you..you should probably be equally confused. Should you make the move? Should you not? Should I? Should I not? Time..they always say..time will tell. Wait..the waiting game. Is this what is freedom? I call it the chains of freedom.

The NightLife

The smoke. The bad air. The heat. The hots. The bootilicious. The short skirts. The plunging necklines. The dance. The moves. The drinks. The kisses. The imaginary friends. The amazing company. The rich. The poor. The famous. The party. The dreams. The hope. The wish. The money. The treats. The mixers. The rooms. The music. The superficial. The reality. The cars. The chops. The clothes. The skin colour. The assholes. The kind. The wrong. The right. The unbelievable. The phone. The messages. The missed calls. The no-replies. The crowd. The fat. The ugly. The mistakable. The pretty. The nice. The considerate. The bastards. The taking advantage. The boring. The good looking. The attractive. The appropriate. The mis-matched. The sexy. The down-to-the-earth. The dark clouds. The rain. The cries. The screams. The fabulous. The scatter. The brains. The height. The levels. The tables. The sofa. The waiters. The loving. The relationships. The tears. The heart. The head. The mind. The soul. The inferno. The sprinklers. The restrooms. The make up. The hair. The big. The latin. The all-over-the-place. The salsa. The retro. The R&B. The pure. The dirt. The sloth. The jeans. The shirt. The time. The meaning. The lonely. The drowning. The sorrows. The happy. The sad. The useless. The acceptable. The laid back. The understanding. The underrated. The overstated. The mean. The lean. The green. The black. The orange. The red. The neon. The lightings. The ceiling. The private. The functions. The splurge. The savings. The empty banks. The banks. The loaded. The time. The late. The early. The many. The least. The people. The thoughts. The disappearing. The distasteful. The why. The many whys. The many many whys. The forever and ever and ever. The nightlife.

Lonely No More

Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
Words are only words
Can you show me something else
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way
Show me how you feel
More than ever baby

I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore

Now its hard for me with my heart still on the mend
Open up to me, like you do your girlfriends
And you sing to me and it's harmony
Girl, what you do to me is everything
Make me say anything; just to get you back again
Why cant we just try

I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore

What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me
What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me
What if it was paradise, what if we were symphonies
What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you

I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore

May we play like little puppies, find true happiness through the ages of innocence, move with agility and fluidity, dance with energy, promise with hope, understand by communicating and love with all our heart.

~Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

~Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

~Still a little hard to say what's going on

~Stones taught me to fly

~Love taught me to lie

~Life taught me to die

~So it's not hard to fall

~And I don't wanna lose

~It's not hard to grow

~When you know that you just don't know~

So where is the passion when you need it the most, You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost, cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around, you say you don't know, you tell me don't lie, you work at a smile and you go for a ride, you had a bad day, you've seen what you like, and how does it feel for one more time, you had a bad day.