the following takes place between 7am and 8am

Sometimes it's weird to go back, and read things you've written in the past. It's always so different. Things you thought were just ok, now seem pretty damn good, and others you thought were great then, now appear to be utter tripe. I've been reading over some old writings and discovered as such. For some reason, this one kind of felt fitting for the mood I'm in lately.

With a never ending need
I am a nation with no self control
I am a nation with no power of the people
And the politics of the heart
They bring me down

Giving in to the voices
I am a nation stretched out on a field of battle
I am a nation with no enemies in sight
Brought down upon myself
From the inside out

I am a land of isolation
A land of sweat & tears
Stuck on the bad end of something good
I am a nation of one


And now, 24 returns.