not sure if its alcohol or its the feeling under the influence of alcohol that is more dangerously addictive..
i wish i could be sailing the ocean .. the doldrums of waves crashing.. crashing dreams..
and then once in a while a fish of hope gets your hook.. the worm stuck to it is what deceives fish that has high hopes of crossing great oceans..
fish of hope gets sliced.. and is served on a platter.. but the alcohol on the table has won the battle...
fish is consumed without acknowledgement..
fish has no one to cry too.. and so did the worm.
the circle of life .. it does get complete. it does not explain the laws it follows.
the circle of life at times ends in straight line .. a straight line... open up.
what we do may not be what we seek. what we seek may not be what we expect. what we expect may not be what we want. what we want may not be what we care about. what we care about may be already LOST.
sometimes things we lose remain closer to our hearts.
while our hearts are LOST.,
raKH05041982
i wish i could be sailing the ocean .. the doldrums of waves crashing.. crashing dreams..
and then once in a while a fish of hope gets your hook.. the worm stuck to it is what deceives fish that has high hopes of crossing great oceans..
fish of hope gets sliced.. and is served on a platter.. but the alcohol on the table has won the battle...
fish is consumed without acknowledgement..
fish has no one to cry too.. and so did the worm.
the circle of life .. it does get complete. it does not explain the laws it follows.
the circle of life at times ends in straight line .. a straight line... open up.
what we do may not be what we seek. what we seek may not be what we expect. what we expect may not be what we want. what we want may not be what we care about. what we care about may be already LOST.
sometimes things we lose remain closer to our hearts.
while our hearts are LOST.,
raKH05041982
