another barbie doll

its sunny today, but who's to say for tomorrow? Weather men think they know it all, acting as if they can tell you your future. reading the cards they have infront of them as if it were true. if tomorrow it rains and things don't go your way let go, who cares! emotions building in one little pot, mixing and creating one mold. your life's a cookie cutter and your the barbie doll. same form - nothing to brag about...nothing to be proud of.

your wax body melts as soon as life gets too hot to handle, as soon as things aren't as perfect and sweet. you stand there with your arms and legs that cannot bend, while you watch as your plastic boyfriend and all your friends fry up in a puddle by your toes. the queen of hearts is no longer offering you tarts, but rather igniting the pain. there goes your plastic radio and your rubber toys. there life as you know it is one big mash of colour spinning round and round. there it is your life through the eyes of an impressionist painter, with its twists and turns, its sharp and smooth edges ready to welcome you in or to cut you off. its all there but with a blink of an eye there it goes. but who knows? Who's to say that today is your day or if its tomorrow? whos to say what's around the corner waiting for you to turn around. unsure of the future and an unchangeable past. live for today - only thing you could possibly try to grasp in you hands. hold on tight and cross your fingers that you can make it out alive. keep walking, keep going don't let it pass you by. don't watch your life as a movie but rather be a player in the show.