Dreams To Sell

I guess if there were dreams to sell, I’d buy finding peace in my past – all the people I’ve hurt, and all those that have wrong me; all the mistakes I’ve made, and all the bad things that have happened; all the negative feelings I harbor from things I can’t change anymore. I don’t know what the price would be to achieve that. To let go of everything and come to terms with all that has happened. I know it would definitely cost me my pride to forgive the people that have done such wrong to me and my family. I would have to give up my bitterness and resentment; allow both my head and my heart to let go and move forward. It would definitely mean investing in courage. Courage to say “what’s past is past” and give up the shield of anger and fear that the past will repeat itself. Courage to face life with a blank slate, despite the fact that new bad experience may be ahead. I guess if forgiveness were for sale, the price would be steep. But to invest in forgiveness, to finally be able to let go and stop dwelling on past people and events, would be worth the investment of humility, courage, and time.

Really Sorry Attempt at Byron

The things the stories say that I’ve done

I would never confirm – no! – never repeat;

Alcohol breath and vomit stains haunted by the sun,

The “me” by daylight does curse me;

If the good ones are the ones who die young,

Before long, death by truly living, I foresee.

To make the city bow down for the night is demanding

So far though, the body does recover somehow – outstanding.

So, I don't know exactly what you wanted. From Eurotrash Girl, I basically just gathered that it was about a guy flying by the seat of his (probably STD infected) pants -- going from place to place doing whatever the hell he wanted. Which is basically how Byron lived. So I just tried to write a stanza that talked about that kind of lifestyle. And it was really fucking hard. I have mad respect for Byron right now.