something to ponder
after living here so long
i can tell you
its better to take the lesser of 2 evils
but wherever you go
one will always find fault with it.
no such thing as utopia.
but then i read newspaper
(which is never a good thing)
i feel even more depressed because i realise
why we can achieve some of the things here but we can’t achieve that in our own backyard.
fuck.
i’m not interested on a revolution man..
that’s the pathway to being a controversial martyr.
besides
i’ve too many skeletons in the closets (figure of speech)