Current mood:	crushed
Current music:	The Streets - Dry Your Eyes

One foot in the gutter, one on the grass
At the moment I’m drifting through life without intention. Holding my thoughts and feelings back with chained rings of iron, which wrap and shrink around my wrists.
Feeling dazed and broken, I step back to take a spectator’s view at life, and feel the world spin and twirl around my head whist I stand without motion.
These shackles I wear, I wear with contempt, yet the cold iron clamps which restrain my mind console me, keep me from harm.
However, the things that I have truly learnt to loathe, are the fleeting thoughts which dart in and out of my head.
That conjure worlds within my mind, that show what my life would have been like if only I had have taken the paths I myself wanted, and not those which people had told me were safe.
I guess this is why movies like "A Guy Thing" hold so much appeal to me. The main character himself, played life safe, and whilst he had a stable lifestyle. He found himself in a place he didnt want to be. It wasn't until he started to take more chances, and gambled with life that he not only started on his own path, but ultimately found himself.
Does it generally hold true that taking risks makes one happy?