Xpression.v2

A Prisoner Remembers (8/5/06)

Does anybody else ever think back to those moments
Where the energy was pure and emotions were so potent
When the world was to be soaked in and nothing was decided
And we never let a day sneak by us uninspired
But now I feel so tired and it’s like I have no passion
Never living by a feeling, always thinking of the action
Surrounded by distractions, always something to be thought of
It feels like yesterday when only boredom should fought off
But now we’re over porous and everything here simply bores us
Determination has escaped us and there’s nothing left there for us
I don’t want to see the forest from any god damn tree
I just want to find a feeling that could thrive inside of me
And bring alive a side of me that used to live on just desire
Where everyone was loved or they were painted by my ire
And everything was fire and the fucking world was burning
With the passion and the drive that kept my spirit churning
As it kept us all from hurting and crashing down to nothing
The fuel that energized us and helped us feel like something
Anger, tears, or happiness, just something we could live on
Any kind of feeling that our flames could be re-lit on

Do you ever really think back? Do you remember how it felt then?
Do you miss it like I do regardless of the hell then?
That moment in our lives where the choices were so endless
And everything was feeling: every action, every sentence
But everything was perfect, even though we were so clueless
We would make a quick decision, then we’d go and simply do it
The entire world had newness that intrigued our every instinct
And we cherished every moment that the rules were never in sync
We just followed every inkling, every itch to go much higher
Never really thinking that we would fall in with the liars
Do you miss the days of freedom from the entire world’s disgression?
Do you miss it like I do? Do you wish you could confess it?

Notes: It’s been a while, so I’m fucking rusty as hell. Anyway, this one is pretty clear cut. Does anyone else miss the days of being care free and unconcerned with anything but the moment we were living in? Man, do I ever…

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