Drove my Chevy to the reservoir but it was dry
Trying to find a source for renewable energy these days – namely mine – but I’m not sure it exists. I keep thinking if you just speak honestly what you feel and think that things will work themselves out and get better but sometimes I’m not sure. Right now, I’m trying to understand how a demanding job (why is it that no one seems to give you any slack when you have a job that is stressful – is this just too common an excuse these days?), demanding family (everyone here at the LaLa seems to have their own agenda which is orbiting another solar system), and a demandingly nagging feeling that this is one more day in my life, a Wednesday, and I started this pristine new day wanting to skip through the park on my walk or rather hop like a Hari Krishna with cymbals on my ankles giving into joy and yet by the time I was back at home, I wanted to run through the streets stark naked screaming at the top of my lungs.
Whatyagonnado?