Empty Road
Passion
Ain't gonna happen
Bliss
What is this?
On a journey without a compass
Or too many compasses
And clocks
Depending on one's perspective
The long and winding road
Is a crooked path
Rolling on
To the bitter end
I'm ready for nothing
~Cie~
Note:
I'm afraid the idea of "following my bliss" seems absolutely ludicrous to me.
When I'm unsure if I'll have adequate food for the week or if my body will allow me to keep working or if my car will keep working so I can do my job or if the space heaters will be enough to handle another winter in my home where I don't have a working furnace or shower and I know the pipes are going to freeze like they do every year, the concept of "bliss" seems a lot like buying outlandishly expensive champagne when I don't even like champagne.
Fuck "bliss." I'll settle for simply not being worked into the ground and having nothing to show for it.
