chunk 2

i'm not in this for the money or for possessions. i'm looking for something unknown and it will be happy and there will be songs sung through the summers, and there will be love. but paths do not present themselves to those without ambition or plans and i have none, only hopes. no goals. no survival, no team. just me and my pen and my breakfast. coffee. cereal. promise me you won't ever get real because real doesn't exist just feel my wrists i'm on the outs but destroying doubts at the same time because i don't want anything to be mine. lose everything. come on down and walk through the empty future with me, it's got endless possibilities and it's nice not to be tied down to this world and it's boring boys and girls. swirls.