Originally Posted by Tebo
His favorite thing was not his talent, for that his envy got dramatic. Infact because of this he could not manage, life, make money, pay the taxes. Disatisfaction dwelled upon him like a handicap at a disadvantage. What made him happy only speeded up calicys, stress, ageing, do the mathmatics. Antics he had could not dare try, even though his passion... it left him terrified. Mortified for years of failure... paithed the way to a alluding disguise. Re energized every morning until he knew he was the same 'ol guy, with a broken dream that not even Martha Stewart could seam. Demeaned as what he wasn't, beleived by many he mumbled... being someone he wasn't left him troubled. Doubled the pain each day & everyday the same struggle. He would get ideas in his head like a cartoon bubble, to be popped each time cause he was too miserable. Not able, to have what he wanted, he looked down on himself & taunted, smerk remarks to himself like his firey soul had departed. Only to be re started, when he remembered his dream... to wake up un guarded. Bombarded... he was 35 years old, days like this they came & they'de go, he always remembered though... How he could of been what he wanted instead of taking the easiest road. Has your curiousity erose? As to what his dream was... the purpose, of this voyage dispursed? Dreams murdered? He could never be what he dreamed for, for he DREAMED to have courage.
I dunno, there is a message here... you can envy shit, you can be a chump. Cause you won't go past that, or nowhere without courage.
