Dont Wanna Dance

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written by owen on 2014-Nov-15.

My most authentic dreams involve my home town, and following someone through the streets. Sorta chasing them as they stop at different stores and shop at the supermarket then walk through the crowded streets.  Sometimes I am right beside them and other times I am trying to catch up as they rush through the crowd to get to the taxi stand. I barely glimpse the back of their head as they weave through the crowd with bags in hand.

There is a constant battle between real life and the life that you have made up in your head. The world is a messy place unkind place constantly in transition. Some people cannot be saved and they cannot save you. We are all just getting by doing what we think is best, avoiding what we can. There is no time like the present - it may not seem that way now but in the future all this will be a distant dream. All in my brain. All in transition. You already have everything you need. 

I can't really help the way I am. You have to be somebody, even if you don't know who you are. If you doan know me by now you probably never will. Though all is not lost. All the leaves are brown, everything in its season. Strip clubs and dollar bills, still got my money. Now is the winter of our discontent.

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  1. You misspelled 'doan'. It should have an umlaat over the 'n'.

    by mad bull 2014-Nov-16 

  2. I got into the habit of spelling it that way, not sure why

    by owen 2014-Nov-16