Stranger

I was stranger to myself tonight...
popped into o a high school party.. A Beverly party I don't go to Beverly parties which was quite evident
everyone who saw me was great about naming the class and year they had with me.
it was funny
but I went to see what I had been missing
apparently not much
but hey just another experience I cant jot down
I've done it I can no longer say I have never been to a beverly party.
yah
plus major blasts form the past coming together as one
hmmm'

what a weekend
my past are warping and becoming new things
my feelings are getting thrown against walls
my plans are being swept away
and I cant do a thing about it
they say all the right things
do all the right things
nothing to protest about
all I have now is myself
and all I can do now is hope I treat every incident correctly
all I can do it hope I don't screw it up again
and fall back into my own patterns.
the patterns that are becoming s o obvious
the patterns I also know are their but let them take their course
I cant do that I have to fight my pattern and make new choices that may not be the easiest
but probably more correct.
correct.
id like to think life is math
but its not, its all gray