Have you ever been fed up with being awake because your thoughts and ideas go crazy? yet, you are petrified of sleeping because your thoughts and ideas become your worst nightmares.
Did you ever think about the possibility that insomnia isn't brought upon the stresses and duties put upon us, but the obsessions that we put upon ourselves?
Is depression really brought upon us by tragedy or self-pity, sorrow or greed for attention: a bad childhood or the fact that a person can't deal with the past and be optimistic about the future?
Does anyone ever think that when they blame themselves, they aren't really blaming the wrong person(s) but they aren't blaming themselves for the real reasons?

Walking down a broken path
Cold, lonely, totally scared
Holding on to the hope that tomorrow will be brighter than today
Only hope and nothing more
Thinking of the past and present
Just a dream that all went wrong
Holding onto nothing
Hoping it will lead to happiness
Touching the future
Just fingertips
Whispering softly
Just the breeze
Will the future be brighter than today?
Or will a cloud just dim the day?
Walking down a broken path
Holding onto nothing but truth
Hoping that justice will be served
Knowing that the lies will be believed

May 29, 2006