Doubt.
Blood boils over the stove at high temps
As I sit and wait for it to end
I hope it comes on subtle
But I doubt it.
I've been anticipating this for the longest time
I knew this day would come.
Where would I be next year?
Where would you be next year?
So much I have to fix
Yet so little time.
Can I make the transition?
What's better, analog or digital?
With analog, you get the past, ever so rough around the edges but in the middle its smoothed out.
With digital, who knows.
Everyone would like to know the future, would like to have certain things happen.
But will they?
Have things ever completely worked out the way you wanted them?
What makes you so sure?
Your confidence makes me nervous.
Will you ever be able to do all the things that you've promised?
