Igår och idag har varit riktigt jobbiga. Mkt känslor. Vilka som är mina det vet jag inte
Idag blev det lite extra jobbigt för ingen kunde komma till möte med Virrvet. Det e inte deras fel, men det kändes ändå jobbigt. M är här nu iaf o vi stack och åt på Subway innan.
Bra nyhet: jag ska skriva ihop presentation som kandidat till styrelsen för nationella F! som kommer upp på hemsidan sen!
Dålig nyhet: Jag börjar känna mig utmattad, på gränsen till utbränd.
Nu ska vi hem till M o hans katter.
I was born to start a revolution
It would be my contribution
To a worldwide resurrection
I was born to start a million fires
The joy of men's desires
Was laid in my hand
But I was born a weak and worried thinker
With an eagerness to know myself
That throws it all away
'Cause all I can think of is
Love and Saturday
And how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man
What if I just don't gave a damn?
How wonderful
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
What if I knew how to say
"Stop
No, let go"?
Oh, the angelheaded demon's-tongue
Who thought he knew
Why some mirrors crack so easily
Oh, now he ain't got a clue
And every now and then
It seems to me it's come to this
That promises and prophecies
Was all I had to give
'Cause all I can think of is
Love and Saturday
And how the golden road can seize to glare
Oh, man
What if I just don't gave a damn?
How wonderful
But after all the worst can't be that bad
Oh, man
What if I knew how to say
"Stop
No, let go"?
Oh love
The worst can't be that bad
(...)
Seems like a joy surrender
love
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