a.n.e.d.y.a.

No, I’m not colorblind
I know the world is black and white
I try to keep an open mind
But I just can’t sleep on this tonight

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?

Don’t know how else to say it
I don’t want to see my parents go
One generation’s length away
From fighting life out on my own

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?

So scared of getting older
I’m only good at being young
So I play the numbers game
To find a way to say that life has just begun

Had a talk with my old man
Said, “Help me understand”
He said “Turn sixty-eight,
You re-negotiate”

“Don’t stop this train
Don’t for a minute change the place you’re in
Don’t think I couldn’t ever understand
I tried my hand
John, honestly we’ll never stop this train”

Once in a while, when it’s good
It’ll feel like it should
And they’re all still around
And you’re still safe and sound
And you don’t miss a thing
Till you cry when you’re driving away in the dark
Singing

Stop this train
I want to get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
Cause now I see I will never stop this train

OK. This is it.

I hate to admit it, but yes, I am EXHAUSTED.

I’m not such a cry-baby person; I don’t used to complain about things. But what happened in my life lately were just too much to bear. Everything happened so fast, I thought it was just a blink. And then, bum, I’m landed on this fast-moving train. And I can’t get out.

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time, go back to the point where everything was fine. Sometimes I just want to yell, “Damn, I just want my good old life back!!”

But now I know I can’t, because life always goes to a point when there is no turning back.

And now, I just feel…

Empty.

~ by anedyaniedar on December 16, 2008.