unoriginal blog part twenty.

i cant even pretend to be surprised.
this is my life, of course this just happened.
and it makes complete since that it happened on a thursday, and the first snow of the year.
i should have seen it coming.

theres some good things going on lately, but, my mind isn't on those.

last night brought two more poems out of me.
im thinking about posting them here. maybe.

i really wonder why i don't just put this in my notebook.
i really dont think anyone reads this.

i should have been far away by now.
i stayed for a reason no one else will ever understand.
and, despite everything, i think i made the right decision.
i don't regret it. and hopefully, im right in that.

not last nights, but from about a week ago.

History has a way of repeating itself
In forms unfamiliar to some
But everything I'm saying now
I've already said to someone
Every feeling I'm getting
Is all to similar
When I'm on the edge of forgetting
It all comes back to me somehow
I seem to make the same mistakes
And fall in the same places each time
I seem to feel the same heartaches
And lose my place in line.
Life is on replay
But the supporting roles will change
We're still using the same script
Everyone has the page.
If I could just live this
A little differently this time
Maybe things will be different,
Maybe then I'll write a new rhyme.