A feeling.. an impression from unknown origins..
But my instincts never lie to me.. and I always end up wishing I had listened to them in the end.
I quietly deny them again and again..
And I pay for that indulgence.. the brief reprieve.. again and again.
But I want to be wrong.
I allow myself the wishful thought of self deceptions, but know full well the price I will pay in the end.
Ignorance is perhaps truly bliss..
If only I were capable.
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