where is the condescending look when you need it?

you've got me dreaming like a fool.

there's nothing like sitting on the middle of your kitchen floor, barefoot, eating noodles out of the pan. all alone in your house. waiting for absolution or closure, but nothing ever comes. eagerly anticipating the wait of dust to accumulate on the stack of books next to you, just to know that some sort of time is passing by, even if it feels like a oblivion around you.

why are we all so depressing? why are we all SO shallow. since when did 'being real' die? people try so hard to fit in...it's everything i can do to be different! i can't tell a lie tho....i'm guilty of all the same things. i have NO room to talk. please understand this. it just bugs me.
where is the sunshine when we need it? haha. soooo many questions, but the answers all lie inside us or have always been there.

inititive has to come from us. (that's how you spell it....right?) here's a map and here's a bible. i'm gonna drive across the U.S.

where is the condescending look when you need it? hmph. sometime's love's a rainy day, but life goes on, life goes on.

Jesus, bless him.