Current Mood: Estuans Interius

If it is the way
of the wise man
to build his house
upon a foundation of stone
then I am a fool
and like a gliding stream
which follows
no straight path.

I am swept away
like a pilotless ship,
and in the paths of the air
like a bird floating aimlessly,
chains cannot hold me,
locks cannot imprison me;
I am looking for my like,
and I join the depraved.

...

On the broad road I move
as youth is wont to do.
I am entangled in vice,
and unmindful of virtue.
Greedy more for lust than
for welfare; my soul is dead
so I shall look after the flesh.


I went and spoke to a bankruptcy attorney today. And then I...

The Hard Way Every Time

Never heard this one from Mr. Croce before, but boy does it hit close to home...