Sometimes I wonder what's my purpose on this world. I'm only 15, but right now it doesn't feel like I really have one. Maybe it's just to be one more person to help kill this world with pollution and toxins. Maybe it's to break someone's heart, or to have mine broken! Maybe...it's to marry some rich guy and do nothing for myself, ever. Who knows?
I do know, golfing is not my calling. I'm sorry Grandpa, for letting you down. I know you must have been pretty excited up there in heaven, when you heard I was playing golf again. I'm sorry I don't like it. I'm sure you'll understand. Beth Ann didn't like it, right? Neither did Len, but he had his swimming. I'm sorry Dad, for not liking it either. I didn't mean to let you down, I just have more important things to worry about than making my family happy by playing a sport that's taking up valuable time.
Someday I'll figure out what I'm on this world for. Be it to change the world with my reporting, or to help out tiny bands make a living out of what they love by putting them out there, on the scene.
Maybe it'll be to stay at home for my whole life. Or I could live in the streets, and sell my body for money to eat.
I don't think I'll know until I die. And sometimes that worries me.
The world is just a playing field for man
And the blanket sky will cover every last event
From the battles of the ages to the baby sleeping tight
I could sing a rhyme and try to
Find the reasons for each place and time
To wrap the world around my mind, but I know at best...
Words were never meant for
Explaining the mystery of our day
We're so afraid of what's at stake when we die
Still I never wanted to live in such fear of the unknown
Or the reasons for pain in this life
I still wonder what we're doing here
As I stare into the midnight sky, confronted by my fears
Is there something worth redeeming
In this old and tired world?
Or has all been lost,
Because every change will have its cost
And I can see, there's still an ember
Left of something good.
I know at best...
Words were never meant for
Explaining the mystery of our day
We're so afraid of what's at stake when we die
Still I never wanted to live in such fear of the unknown
Or the reasons for pain in this life
I could sing a rhyme and try to
Find the reasons for each place and time
To wrap the world around my mind,
But I'd regret the time poorly spent
Because I know at best...
Words were never meant for
Explaining the mystery of our day
We're so afraid of what's at stake when we die
Still I never wanted to live in such fear of the unknown
Or the reasons for pain in this life
ps. I've been on a Reign of Kindo kick. Does anyone blame me? I watched videos of them all afternoon. It's safe to say that if I could pick anyone to be with fo'eva, I'd pick Steven Padin. Hahahaha I'm so creepy! D:
About Me
- omgmolly
- hey, i'm molly. this blog is me, stripped down and exposed. it's my diary, i guess. i'm just a normal girl, in love with music and the musicians who make it. this won't be a deep or spiritual blog, so don't get too excited.
2 comments:
you're only 15?
You struck me as older for some reason. Your diction makes you seem older, I guess.
Some people find their purposes early on in life. I did. (Or, I think I did. I have yet to change my mind or be convinced otherwise)
You'll find it sooner or later. You're still young. don't worry =)
You were meant to become my friend when no one else was there, bringing me out of a horrible place, and changing my life forever while becoming someone I consider a sister, even though you're over a thousand miles away. You were meant to show me that it really doesn't matter where someone is in the world, because they can be there for you no matter what the distance. That's what you were meant to do for me, and I guess for now, at least.
You'll find the big picture soon, I promise.
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