sunday boredoms and blahs

sometimes when i sit at home, i think about my current action. what am i doing with myself right now? sometimes i wish i were doing more things of value. there are so many social events of which i could attend, but why lie to myself in thinking that i would be entertained in the slightest? somehow, it is possible for the human psyche to be more at peace not doing a thing. of course everything should be moderated with caution, seeing how the old saying of too much of a good thing being bad for you is actual factual in most cases. i wish i could muster enough commitment to go to a dc rally, or to go to that indie concert that just ended in williamsburg. i think that main part of this issue is not what we arent doing, but who we arent doing these activities with. why not gather up a squadron of fun crusaders and scour the tri-state area for pure benevolence.

or i could just not be making any sense right now and im mummbling on and on and on and on....et cetera

freedom

Free speakers
Free minds
We are not enslaved to the mental cage, doing time
In the colouring book of time, we draw outside the lines
To blur the protagonists of the day
While making their daily endeavors visible in the third dimension
I see in, through, around you
And you see in, through, and around me
In the same light
Because our minds think differently
Yet we feel the same way