Frustrated.

The week flies by, yet again. Like a trailblaze, it shoots and leaves behind nothing but a smokey line... as blurred as the cognitive strategy of george bush. Startled as i am, able to catch nothin but a whiff off the smoke, it hits me that i'vge managed to miss it again. I have realized again, that i have very conviniently let go of the madness arising out of chasing time. Or shall i question myself once more abotu my priotities? As i sit here, hanging my head in shame and disgust, reminiscing what i have lost for the prioroties. Imagine being reprimanded for having a priority, leaves me with a cynical expectation of what this day has for me in its little blue purse. Perhaps a fair judgement, perhaps a pity call. Perhaps im giving up...capitulating to my fears. Perhaps I want to be a rebel, and fight it out. But the question is, how do i do that? HOw do i manage to catch a wink at this point, forget forty. How do i get out of this disillusioned state, that i find myself to be stuck in? If i could just close my eyes without having to fear anythign or anybody. 'May i' or 'Can i' - thats the difference. Why mess with the lord of sleep - Hypnos? For You??!! TO do you work, and to satisfy to your ego. As i sit here coping with the Blaze of Disgust, I watch her sleeping through this class. She dozes.. she has, and she always will..