I live. I am human. I am a teenager. I am a guy. I live for something greater. I struggle with the basics. I groan at the usual. But I keep living to do what has been asked of me.
You can call me Speedy.
I'm here to reach out to the ones I love and care for. Once in a while I'll get sentimental, or deep, and probably blog something like it.
My life has simple aims, and a difficult path to them. I deal with it the best I can.
I am Speedy. I am Christian, but do not fear me, for I will love you regardless. I guess this is the chance for anyone who cares, to see the depths of my mind, and everything it holds, dark or bright. Happy or sad.
Read my thoughts or leave them, they are yours to criticize.
"Here the strongest fall to their knees
A passion so powerful that walls crumble
To their foundations
Here the strongest fall to their knees
The lost find their way back home
Here the strongest fall to their knees
The lost find their way back home
But the masses buy what will make them rich
Feasting on lies
Chasing their tails
Truth be told
They’ll get what they were promised"
We’re figures in a forest full of haunting trees,
brushing shoulders with death to make sure we’re alive.
With the whole world ahead, and our hearts left behind.
Every word burns, branding broken souls.
Pushing to move on. Soon we will be home.
Closed off, we wake from the dusk… (the dusk) only to step out into open air, just to see the same clouds opening. (Yahh) Into open air… only to step out…
If this is a place people dream of, (people dream of) insomnia is the only cure - the only antidote. You’ve been deceived into thinking this is the perfect life. It’s an illusion to your perception. You’ve been deceived.
I wish time was still ancient so I could bridge the gap (bridge the gap) between here, between there, between you and I. (between you and I) Frustration is setting in. I am seeing red. (I’m seeing red) This blessing is a curse. I am seeing red. (I am seeing red)
Counting all the things that I took for granted. Counting down the days. Watching the clock as it just stands still… to just sail away, sail away, sail away. Waiting for the morning that takes me home, that takes me home, to take me home.
This bittersweet dream that I dreamt. Oh Pangaea.
All of this is worth every penny - every cent. I would give back everything just to be back… back home.
This is a bittersweet dream I’ve dreamt. Oh Pangaea, where have you gone? I’m at all four corners of this world. Oh Pangaea, what have you done? This is a bittersweet dream I’ve dreamt. Oh Pangaea, where have you gone? I’m at all four corners of this world. Pangaea, what have you done?
"I won’t question why so many have died
My prayers have made it through yeah
‘Cause with all these things we do
It don’t matter when I’m coming home to you"
It just dawned on me why teenagers never like to stay home. They always want to be out and about with friends or doing something. Why? Because when they are home, they are likely to become bored… and when they become bored… they can be left alone with their own thoughts… those thoughts will force them to come to grips with all the problems and troubles in their life… all the issues they have to deal with. They don’t want to deal with them… they don’t want to remember the problems are there. So they try and run… They try and ignore it… and are always looking for something to do, desperate to avoid themselves.
