I was born. I was a child. I went to school… I met ice cream fudge… became my best friend. I met kids… I wanted to play. They wouldn’t let me… I danced in my room. Spinning… spinning… Then I spun a bit more.

I grew up… I went to college. I learned about life, work, money, politics, people… the things that matter… I learned about lies and deceit... I learned about friends and how I've come to betray them. I wanted to play but they wouldn't let me. I spun again…. I graduated…. Then I grew up a little more. I want money. I want wealth. Better life style. Better health. I want to smoke four cigarette packs without fear of cancer. I want a beach house. I want girls in bikini to hold me. I want sunsets by the sea. I want angels to hover over me. I want maturity and wisdom. I want a magnetic force shield and super-natural powers. I want playstation 3. I want Bill Gates' head on a stick. I want my books to get published and my songs to be heard. I want to be my children's role model. I want humbleness. I want pride. I want Glory with a capital G. I want to reach the sky. I want to walk on the moon. I want to rule the earth. Where are you, my tarnished halo? I want my independent beach house. I want a faster PC and I want the new i-mate. I want to stop spinning. I want ice cream fudge.

I wanted to play… They wouldn't let me.

Posted by Яαgιи Яαvєи on Tuesday, April 25, 2006 at 4/25/2006 03:34:00 AM | Permalink