I Love The Power Glove.
After the tone, please leave a message.
But before you leave that message, think about what you're going to say. Don't blather on about nothing, make your message mean something.
I can feel the winds of change stirring about me again. And this time, I think it's quite welcome. It's not going to be a monumental change; I feel it's going to be practically nothing, in the eyes of most, but it's going to be everything to me, if I can just get what I need.
A little less conversation, a little less action. Not so much noise, nor so many not-quite-there rules and regulations. The ability to do what I want, without fear of reprecussions or retort.
Time limits are so blase'. Seriously, I don't know why you even bother.
I find myself trying to focus on the good, and not the bad that came from it all. That singular moment, that brief, glimmering, sacred moment, where everything in the universe felt aligned and in place. It's all long, long gone now, but I stil ltry to focus on that moment, just for a second chance to relive what could have been and what never will be. If I can focus on that positive split-second, and not al lthe destructive aftermath that came about because of it...
Everything will work out just fine.
Moving on, moving on, out of this place and into another without so many confusions and misunderstandings.
Here's looking at you, kid.
But before you leave that message, think about what you're going to say. Don't blather on about nothing, make your message mean something.
I can feel the winds of change stirring about me again. And this time, I think it's quite welcome. It's not going to be a monumental change; I feel it's going to be practically nothing, in the eyes of most, but it's going to be everything to me, if I can just get what I need.
A little less conversation, a little less action. Not so much noise, nor so many not-quite-there rules and regulations. The ability to do what I want, without fear of reprecussions or retort.
Time limits are so blase'. Seriously, I don't know why you even bother.
I find myself trying to focus on the good, and not the bad that came from it all. That singular moment, that brief, glimmering, sacred moment, where everything in the universe felt aligned and in place. It's all long, long gone now, but I stil ltry to focus on that moment, just for a second chance to relive what could have been and what never will be. If I can focus on that positive split-second, and not al lthe destructive aftermath that came about because of it...
Everything will work out just fine.
Moving on, moving on, out of this place and into another without so many confusions and misunderstandings.
Here's looking at you, kid.
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