again with song lyrics...

seems all my posts are either lyrics or something else as un-original... eh well:


I got a story it's almost finished
all I need is someone to tell it to
maybe, that's you...

our time is borrowed and spent too freely
every minute I have needs to be made up,
but how?

I'm looking for a nice way to say
"I'm out."
I want out.

the open road is still miles away
Hey nothing serious
we still have our fun
or we had it once

Windows open and close
that's just how it goes

don't it feel like sunshine afterall
the world we love, forever gone
we're only just as happy
as everyone else seems to think we are.

seems I rarely put anything "real" up here... I guess maybe because I don't think my life is that interesting, and the parts of it that I seem to spend most time thinking about aren't really ones I want out there for the world to critique...

Work started, and it's funny, I never really saw myself where I am now. I'm trying my best to get really excited about it, and I have my moments where I'm pretty excited. And then there's the other moments where I just look at things and can hardly believe I somehow ended up where I am.
Don't get me wrong, Epic is great so far and besides, it's only been a week and a half so it's all just getting started... but I'm not feeling fulfillment. (okay, granted, that should probably take longer than a week and a half anyway-) but there's just something... I don't know how to describe it.
Maybe because I DID tend to be an imaginative person, I kind of had some ideas about the future. And work didn't figure into things as much as it looks like it will now in reality. Not to say I planned to be a bum or something like that--but just that I never thought the only person I would have to work for would be myself. Work always figured in as sort of supplemental... and I feel like I need to just accept that maybe work will be the central part of my life? Kind of a scary thought.