j'ai raté ma vie
i really failed. I am at a point in life where i ahve no ambition what so eveer but paint and who knows when i starts if i wont leave it be alike everything else i started. I don,t know where i,m going I'm at a stand still. It's confortable, but i don't want to be a hobo. Starting your adult life is hard.
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Still south I went and west and south again,
Through Wicklow from the morning till the night,
And far from cities, and the sights of men,
Lived with the sunshine, and the moon's delight.
I knew the stars, the flowers, and the cats,
The grey and wintry sides of many glens,
And did but half remember human words,
In converse with the mountains, moors, and fens.
Never forget being a hobo can be a beautiful thing laddie ^_~
Thank you
^_^