What is mine?
Am I the product of brainwash?
Am I the perfectly normal?
Am I the mirror image of the things I hate?
If I am, is it too late?
I went on a date recently and it all happened how I have wanted it to happen.
We met.
We talked.
We clicked.
He got my number.
He asked me on a date.
We went on a great date.
He asked me on a second.
So organic in my opinion.
I think of the 40's and 50's and think of how things were then.
Or how they were portrait to be then.
Where all feelings were real, time was short, and love was alive.
Now it seems like feelings are hidden, time is lost, and love is failing.
Do we know what to blame it on? Or is there anything to blame but ourselves?
How have we, I, gotten so cowardish?
It seemed to be if you wanted something you got it, or it was gone. Now if you want something you blog about it, and hope for a "big break" or for the right person to pay attention.
Has society told me that if he doesnt call the next day, texted, or facebooked that he is not interested? Who told me that? Is it instilled within me? Or is it instilled within the world. Is this what is telling women they werent worth it? Or is it the mans actions? Because I want to have actions be the foundation of the man and my worth in his life.
I don't know yet. I don't know how I feel. And that scares me that the world could do that to me. When you all the sudden take the strings off your back, where do you land? In a world full of these are the promises to be kept, and these are the moments when you are in debt. I am debt free from this world.
I am free from the rules,
Free from its rein,
I declare my worth from the Lord,
and I demand back my brain.
Am I the perfectly normal?
Am I the mirror image of the things I hate?
If I am, is it too late?
I went on a date recently and it all happened how I have wanted it to happen.
We met.
We talked.
We clicked.
He got my number.
He asked me on a date.
We went on a great date.
He asked me on a second.
So organic in my opinion.
I think of the 40's and 50's and think of how things were then.
Or how they were portrait to be then.
Where all feelings were real, time was short, and love was alive.
Now it seems like feelings are hidden, time is lost, and love is failing.
Do we know what to blame it on? Or is there anything to blame but ourselves?
How have we, I, gotten so cowardish?
It seemed to be if you wanted something you got it, or it was gone. Now if you want something you blog about it, and hope for a "big break" or for the right person to pay attention.
Has society told me that if he doesnt call the next day, texted, or facebooked that he is not interested? Who told me that? Is it instilled within me? Or is it instilled within the world. Is this what is telling women they werent worth it? Or is it the mans actions? Because I want to have actions be the foundation of the man and my worth in his life.
I don't know yet. I don't know how I feel. And that scares me that the world could do that to me. When you all the sudden take the strings off your back, where do you land? In a world full of these are the promises to be kept, and these are the moments when you are in debt. I am debt free from this world.
I am free from the rules,
Free from its rein,
I declare my worth from the Lord,
and I demand back my brain.
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