Theres something bothering me and I quite cant put my finger on it.
I met a dreamer today, rare to say the least. The perspective different, the words varied.
It was nice.
It was unlike the professionalism, the "have to do it becos have to do it"
It ain't so much of the system, its more of the ignominy of me.
Enter the music scene, tap the music knowledge and score in a comfortable environment.
Having a new term to an old person.
The lukewarmity of it all, just warm, warm and disgusting. Like water, warm water, not ice cold, or sipping hot.
Still, I rationalize and the life doesnt seem so bad.
The reasons that plungenate that world I reside in permeates.
Pity, to say the least.
Pity.