Boulevard Of Choices
A boulevard of memories, And every house: a hope, Walking down and wishing true, I wonder how I cope.
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A boulevard of memories, And every house: a hope, Walking down and wishing true, I wonder how I cope.
One's principle or knowledge cannot always be best expressed in words but expressed in the choices we makes in life In time we shape our lives and we shape ourselves.
Silence between the bells does not always means the worst, sometimes it only suggests the acceptance or understanding in between.
You can walk a mile in your shoes, But what if you had to choose. Maybe they are someone sleazy's, Then, would it still be easy.
Have you ever been in one of those situations where things could have easily gone differently. You know, those times when looking back on it you were really lucky to survive.
Lately I've been thinking, What if I had said yes. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten, Into this whole mess. What if I was never born. What if I'd chosen right.
The desires you have are your most important feature. It says a lot about who you are, and who you want to be. If you ignore your innermost wishes, what can you hope to get from life.
How many times can you say over the past however many years, months, days, hours, even seconds, you have done something exciting. Amazing. Courageous. Life changing. Brave.
Stripped of valor, stripped of hope. Take this job, take this rope. Work until your lifes a chore. Slave until theres nothing more. Forget the dreams that you once had. Forget ambitions, just be glad.
I could be a superhero, Masks and capes; a glove. Stopping baddies in their tracks, Whilst watching from above.
Hello again, today is Wednesday, November 21, 2012. I don't know what I want. The question this mostly applies to is the question of career path.
Ruby red painted lips. Like the dress that hugs her hips. Getting out at the end of the day. Letting her control go away. A face painted with makeup. As thought she couldn't get enough.
A corridor. Of all locked doors. Each one stays closed. Through need not choice. If one were opened. They all would cease. So in between. Is where I'll be. A passageway. Of many rooms.
Hello again, today is Sunday, October 21, 2012. Now, should we trade our own happiness to be more productive and to aquire more economic benefits.
Destroy. Create. Hate. Love. Cry. Laugh Die. Live. Decisions are so much easier when they are black and white.
It's time to take a chance Make a decision and go with it, There's no point, none at all in Lingering and lingering, Growing ever insane As indecision eats you up.
#choice Your on a pathway, just a small one.
All that shimmers may not be lasting. Sometimes the sight is rather distorting. To be at the crossroads and wonder. To take the hard path or a wishful surrender. Choices are abound.
If you've never lived, you cannot die. No hello then there's no need for goodbye. If you hold nothing tight, it's no task to let go, And if you have none, then your feelings will never show.
I'm walking down a boulevard, A boulevard of choices, An every single step I take, I hear a thousand voices.
For many months now I have been deliberating over when that "right" time is, we always hear people say that they're waiting until the perfect moment, does such a thing exist.
So I got to thinking what life should be. Should I suck it and see. As my grandad would say. Should I live for every day. Should I be sensible. The one that is reliable. Should I break the mould.
Many moons ago, when I sat upon my father's knee I would look up to him and wonder what I'd be Would I be a soldier fighting for my land Or would I be a singer in a punk rock band Years passed by...
I'm not sure how I got here. I'm not sure which way I went. Did I take a wrong turning. Descending not assent. I saw the signpost. "Eternal love" pointing this way. Walked under a million stars.