I wonder what tomorrow will hold, and lf and when i break my mold, will i stand up, or am i to fold, as for so long, my mind was cold, unused and stagnant, growing old, fear and guilt had taken hold, and no human help could break my mold, i needed chemicals, pills pressed in gold, swallow a tablet, watch pain drip, and roll, off of my skin, to clear my soul, so I end this rant, a line quite cheesy, an arbiter once sighed-
were it so easy

by the way, those who arent big halo fans, were it so easy is a line from that.
yeah.
kinda pathetic that i pour my thoughts into something so heartfelt and then end with a quote from an alien that doesn't exist,
but hey, the Arbiter is pretty bad ass.