12.14.11 (the finish line)

how can i believe?
i'm not quite sure,
but i do.
not in this, but that.
and maybe that.

i'm not really sure about a lot of stuff.
about life and jobs
about girls and love
always a struggle
full of distractions

hiding in my bedroom, i think
where to next?
beautiful girls to distract me?
another story to get lost in?
maybe another drink?

always the same.
running from now,
later and before.
i don't want to keep running,
but i've got to get out of bed.

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