Run (Collective Soul)

Are these times contagious
I've never been this bored before
Is this the prize I've waited for
Now as the hours passing
There's nothing left here to insure
I long to find a messenger

Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run

Is there a cure among us
From this processed sanity
I weaken with each voice that sings
In this world of purchase
I'm going to buy back memories
To awaken some old qualities

Have I got a long way to run
Yeah, I run

Most of my friends are leaving soon, to get themselves a shiny new degree from really nice universities from far away.

I can predict my social life ending there. Who else can I watch movies with, hang out with, talk about the latest music and stuff and etc?

Sadly, I'm quite sure the answer would be, almost no-one. All the witty intelligent and successful guys are flying off to the places I dream of going.

I feel wretched. I should have seen this coming. Should have worked harder in secondary school, should have made myself something more than what I am.

And this concludes today's whine of the day.

Thought of the day: Does paranoia hurt more than terrorism? The British Police have shot an innocent man, anti-terror measures have hurt our lifestyles, security funding might have saved more people if put into health or food for the poor, we're selling our privacy to governments, and the paranoia is simply making everyone miserable.