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Just the other day...

dwtc69[Offline] Date added: 11/02/2006
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Just the other day, I woke up.
I envisioned a place.
A place of refuge,
A place of peace
No corruption
No lies, travesty, ignorence.
Utopia

But then i woke up.
I cant have any of thatg
I live in this world,
this time, this way.

Just the other day, I was playing a game.
The game was graphic and had amazing visuals.
Wonky controls,
Bad camera angles,
Medi-core storyline.
Costed 60 bucks.

But then I woke up,
I grabbed my simple controller, directional pad, and 2 buttons...A and B
Oh dont forget start and select but who uses them, other than codes.
I stick in my cartridge, no scratches, no loading
Simple exciting storyline and graphics.
THis day and age people worrymore bout the graphics then gameplay.
Sad to see, sad to read, greatful i remember.

Just the other day, i was driving...
I sen a huge truck,
Big gears, big wheels, dont forget...
Big money!
Its sad to see so much money put into a vehicle.
Will your rims put food on your table?
will your speakers improve driving or hearing?

But then i woke up?
I get in my car, my transmission barely there.
My speakers taped to plastic to hold them up...Gheto.
I have bald tires, it still takes big money!
Gas at an all time high makes it non-easy.
The battery in my ride, is to weak to power my system.
Heh i get what i pay for...


JUst the other day, I went to Work.
People complain about there job and what they do...
The task, sometimes complicated,
it's always rewarding..
most jobs are just jobs, this is the job...

But then i woke up,
I help people who can't help themselves,
Im there for the special individuals who make me laugh.
I love my job and What i do.
Tommorow is just another day.
Another day to make a difference.
So ask yourself and have people ask themselves-
So the world can wake up.
Its time to raise as one and do the achievments that human beings are capable of..
Are running too, or running from, the time is passing its now or never.

Wake up, wake up....wake up...wa-----ke uppp

dwtc69
 Author: Stephen Richard Daniel DeRome
 Posted by: dwtc69
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