The Change of Plans

The third stage of my life is near, giving my old way of life goodbye. Just like every people (sometimes not all are lucky) I’m steeping on an even higher level of life. I still wonder what’s out there for me. I still think of what future will bring into me, on what he will throw at me, or what I can catch with them. Somehow I’m not too excited to step there. I think I’m not too prepared to face it. I still daydream each day. Is it bad? I’m not even too envious of how the line is moving, I don’t even care if I’m the one left behind, as long as I’m happy and still I’ll reach that spot (only a  step left behind).

My life is dull, thanks for being there making it so much lively each day (you know that).

So, how long have I been sleeping? Am I been dreaming for so long that I don’t wonder how the time has passed me by. I think I need a change, a change of plans. Not totally a change of everything. Some tune up with parts to keep me up in pace against this whole world.

I’m happy, somehow one of the barricades was broken, I’m totally happy I can go there. Hmmm, financials again. I hate money; it keeps me stuck in a place that I don’t want to stay.

Hey, have you been surfing up the net again? DID JOO POUND DITCH? I know you even kept a copy of it. Who cares? I don’t care. Say that to your square root. Don’t hit my square root and you’ll know it will multiply. Ask her, on how she acts about that stupid matter. I heard news that you didn’t keep it well. Even though I didn’t drop half of what my square root’s sweat maintaining that box at least I drop a sweat. So what’s your role? Snatch it up when the box was on fire? Nice, I tell you. Oh must have been recession… nyahahaha.

I don’t get your point. You can have the box, you even own the box, I don’t want the box, and all I want was a good space inside that box. We polish the box, even weigh it off. That cardboard, plastic and ribbon? It doesn’t even cost a cent to be honest. Then why did you want to sell it? You even want us to give some space inside the box, been two decades that I breath that air no one have tried to pollute it. Hmm, I don’t even hear a whistle from you.

I hate you for that. I hate you so much. God forgive me but I truly hate you. I think you deserve that kind of respect. Just tell you cube the truth on why you deserve that kind of respect. I don’t blame them for acting like that. I think they don’t know the real situation, the real deal. And now they stay quiet.

I don’t even spread the fire about your poison. It’s my natural defense to act that way. May God receive you in heaven in spite of that one.

“God please have a change of plan, I beg you”