Souls not high pressured goals

Blow your nose, scratch your bum, fart away ...... for god sake be human. Written June 2007, pre deletion day.

Souls not high pressure goals

I am tired and worn out but not done,
not by a long shot.
I am unwell my cold unrelenting,
so what? thats nothing.
My tormented soul questions others,
what are you scared of?
One day I will give up smoking,
did I ask for you opinion?
Life, days, hours, they are an exploration,
open your eyes.
Reality holds infinate beauty,
perfection? its overrated.

Happiness lies in truth, the truth and bird song

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[Shane Patrick]

Shall I say it again... or let you scratch your bum?