Tuesday, December 25, 2007

It's hard to be the better man when you're still lying.

I wish this world wasn't so caught up in being so vain. I wish all of the mirrors would break and suddenly the bad luck wouldn't be such a worry anymore.
I wish people were friends for what's on the inside, not what they have to offer. I'd like to think that one day we'd all be surrounded by genuine friends with a genuine connection, not because of material things.
But that's just an insignificant hope isn't it?
I'm only a dreamer with their head stuck in the star littered skies.