Take a bow; exit stage: There's conflicts, this conflict of "interests" one might say, and then there's decisions, decisions, decisions and there those pseudo-options, those meandering thoughts, and goddamit all, there's the boys, there are boys galore.

So every once in a while I am either pooching or toasting and there is either falling or failings and i wonder, you know, i just wonder why i think i can do this, why i think i can succeed when surely, i've never had the experience of winnnning, i can't just pin gold stars on this water that my skin is made of, i can't just think i can: after all, I AM NOT A TRAIN. but i have these hills to climb.

Not that i have to climb them. i just want to. that's all. but it's Konflik, it's Konflik like crazy, it's want and want a lot, it's can but seriously, CANNOT. Why do i think i can, why do i think i'm allowed? why is it now and not before, why is it now and not after? why is them and not others? why can't i sit and be seated, stay and stay put, be and be merry?

Roads are much the hazardous, every day there are new bridges. When skies are blue i say it's red, when fire is hot, i say take a poke. Ahh and the poking! Why poke? why not??

At the very very least, i know, i know for sure that i know, and i know they're out of my league those puppies whose faces i adore. i cannot take, not because i don't want to, but because i can't, it's outta ma reach, dudes, out of my league. it's not smooth sailing, it's fuzzy trailing.

Fuzzy thinks she can, but slap!slap!slap! she cannot.
posted by fuzzkill 1:46 am