you'll get drunk. you'll get stupid. you'll be happy this way, then that way you'll be sad. you'll be going in circles, next you'll be walking down a straight line.
but still you force yourself to get up and stand tall, hoping that you'll be making your own footsteps and that you will leave your marks on concrete. people won't forget. people will be motivated. people will be following the same path you have headed.
you wish for these things. and you wish that all of these will arise soon. you will hate the present. you will want more.
i've got nothing on my hands. i do not know what to do. nothing ever slips my mind right now, so i've got nothing to show to you. i'm slow when it comes to perception, and i'm slow when it comes to being imaginative. help me learn, help me lead the pencil in my life. help me brighten and enhance the images in my head, so that i can lay them down on my papers smoothly and perfectly. guide my hands in making the right strokes and shadings in my masterpiece.