Number 5

Its a slow Monday, today, the kinda day that really makes you feel shitty. The cloudy skies match the glazed over eyes that pass. Prepare for the battle against knowledge, because we are doomed to loose. Carpe diem, right?

Number 4

There's no use in running
Let's just sleep tonight
For when we wake in the morning
We will have lost the fight

So we run and we run and we run
For what, we do not know
And when we stop we will be done
There's nowhere left to go

We've locked our doors
And thrown away the keys
But I cant save you
And you cant save me

So we run and we run and we run
For what, we do not know
And when we stop we will be done
There's nowhere left to go

Ive reached for your hand
But our bridges have burnt
Its time to take a stand
Now its my turn

No one leaves until I say
No one's going to get away
No one leaves here tonight
No one leaves here alive

So we run and we run and we run
For what, we do not know
And when we stop we will be done
There's nowhere left to go

So we've ran and we've ran
I'm tired now
I've done all I can
Its only a matter of time
Before I'm found out

Number 3

She has a certain grace about her. Yes, her blue eyes are the depths of the oceans and I suffocate, drowning in my inability to be with her. All of our bridges have been burned, and yet we are not stranded. With a skin so fair as could only be described as heavenly, a new form appears. She smiles and an Cupid's arrow has pierced my heart yet again. The shadow takes her away. My soul weakens for I know that when I wake in the morning, I will not see her face.

Number 2

The air was cool this morning. It was all too early for him as he walked through the door. He sighed at the thought of another day in this horrid place. People swarmed around him like flies on a decaying carcass. He sighed again. He felt that his days were too long and his free time was stolen away from him. Whatever happened to the times when one could just sit and enjoy solitude?

First post

I chose to name my blog "tales of a vagabond" because it best described who I really am. All of my life I've been packed up and shipped from place to place. In the twelve years I was in school, I had been to ten different schools. Therefore, I consider myself to be a bit of a world traveler. My plans for the future are to move again because I feel that I can only settle in one place for so long.