The ink is running. The words are taught. I'm sitting helpless with my paper and charts. I had to follow my passion. Oh well. I don't get paid that much for all I deserve. To waste a sentence or shatter my nerves. I had to follow my passion. Oh well. Sometimes I long to run outside. I'd give it all up but it's my pride. Oh well. Oh well. I had a dream once or so I thought. I'd be a pilot or an astronaut. I had a dream like that until I found. Even an astronaut goes into the ground. Life is just passing us bye-bye. Oh well. Oh well. Oh well