I am driven, moving forward, never stopping. Put the car in gear and go. Into the horizon we go, forever in motion, doomed to hang forward, suspended in time. Time is a dark mistress, twisting and whipping up around until we are destroyed or reformed. We are driven off the cliff into the waves that mold us, meld us…bring up down and rise us up.
Being driven is about passion. It’s about knowing where you want to be at the end of the day and doing everything in your power and means to get you there. Driven is living.
I know a man, he’s a powerful man/got the people in his power, in the palm of his hand./He started at the bottom and he worked his way up/now he’s never gonna stop until he reaches the top.
The only thing she could do to help was not make anything worse. She couldn’t burden them with an average grade or a less then spotless record. They’ve dealt with enough pain, she shouldn’t be anything.
I was driven to talk to you. I wanted to so bad. but I couldn’t. you were the most popular guy I had ever met and i felt like an ugly duckling. now we’re older and I’m driven to talk to you agian. because now i feel sexy and you seem alot nicer.
I am a driven person, by goals and prospects. I want to do well in life, I want to be somebody. At times I feel like I just sit around and don’t do anything, hoping maybe something will open up. An opportunity, but who knows. Maybe I need to be more driven, more passionate about life.
i was taken to a destination unknown. I was blindfolded and scared. I tried to make out where I was going by listening, by smelling, by focusing all my senses that weren’t covered up.
I was driven to jump of the bridge I was driven to take a gun and put it my mouth. i could not stop thinking about killing myself. I wondered about my funeral how they would say, a stake was driven through his heart and he did it himself.
Crazy. In the same vehicle along the same dark stretch of road not able to see in front or behind going faster and faster knowing again how it would end and still unable to stop. Driven.
Amelia raced to the back of the office, fumbling keys in her pocket. She saw the men approach the front entrance and knew they’d be there any minute! She was driven to beat these thugs to the secret she kept in the small cabinet behind her desk…
I just had to get to my next goal. all my life I had always seen myself as a worthless chubby kid, until one day not too long ago. Ever since that moment, I have been driven to prove myself to this world that I can be more than just my exterior.
when i was a boy i never thought that this could happen, but now i’m sixty years old, and somehow i’ve driven a spaceship all the way to the moon (even thought is on a hollywood film, but still)
laughing at the whale who swam to shore. the earnest beast fights…to get to dry land. from the depths of darkness to the shallow waters of hope. trying to earn the right to grow legs and walk before the eyes that doubted.
She was a very driven woman. Always thinking ahead, leaving men in her wake so that she could further herself as a woman. She would stop for no one. The world was hers and she was going to take it with every once of her being.
I have driven all this way and forgotten how to breathe. I have driven across the grasslands of Kansas, up through the panhandle of Texas, across the arid deserts of New Mexico, and still I can’t seem to shake her. The feel of her, the smell of her, her taste.
I am driven by inspiration. Creativity flowing through me. I believe I can do anything. I am a glass full kind of person. Unless of course the glass contains my favorite juice then the glass is certainly half empty…
to be driven means to have the heart to never give up, to be confident and make your dreams a reality. driven people are successful people who will never let rejection get them down.
We are all driven. Driven to work. driven to succeed. driven to live, love breed and care. We are driven to be the best, the fastest, the prettiest, the most.
I am driven by lots of things. When I get up, the prospect of masturbating while pretending to shit with the shower running to mask it from my roommate drives me to shower. Going to work drives me to get a chicken sandwich at the cafeteria at work. Finally, I am driven to the bar so I can seduce chicks and destroy them sexually.
Amelia raced to the window, she saw the thugs approaching. She reached the small cabinet and fumbled with the keys to unlock it. She was driven to beat them, to stop them from obtaining her secret!
im driven to do better in my life. i need to stop fucking around. that’s all that matters now. i’m almost 20 years old, and every difficult thing in my life I’m now driven to do to be able to create a better life for my girlfriend and i. that’s all i want. i love her.
we were driven to extremes in the icy cold of the north with bears and cariboo and dogs with nothing but our wits and a pocket knife. We were in love with life but it all had to end.
focus. on what you have, on what is front of you. work hard to get this right. after all, i only have this one life. try harder, i don’t get a second chance at this.
i am driven to write these words because a websites purpose is to demand something from me i am driven my the unsaid statement that i must succumb to what the technological word is requesting of me.
Car’s don’t want to stop. Their fleshy inhabitants are wimps in their eyes. Always stopping for food, water, rest. The cars just want to drive. Where to? Who cares?
up until today ive never been driven to leave. id thought about it, dreamt, planned, schemed. but up until tonight, before my face was covered in blood, before the bottles were drained, i couldnt ever do it.
He was driven to insanity. All his life, his parents. His wife. Even his kids. The just wanted more. That’s what drove him that evening to the edge of a lake. No bridges for him; just the sweet, sweet water to rush him by.
I am driven to have my share of life’s fun. I’m not entitled to it. I work for it. I am driven to have the life I work for because it’s the only goal worth working toward.
As I was being driven down the street to take a trip to the park, I noticed a sad looking clown holding a red balloon. He had on large floppy shoes that seemed to be ten times to big and I felt bad for the poor guy! He was walking up a gigantic hill so we offered him a ride home.
sometimes you have to be self driven. you can’t depend on other people to motivate you. you have to do it for yourself. because at the end of the day sometimes people what for you what they wany and not what you or god wants. that
i drive my car and think about when i run i am driven i want to stop but only know i can when i pass the finnish line like the stop light or sign i know not why but it is the way it is in my cars case it is law in mine it is heart
i have driven to the store. driven driven driven. i have no gas. i need to go to the gas station. what if i run out of gas. oh no. i need money. this is unfortunate. i have no money. i spent my last money on food.
I am driven, moving forward, never stopping. Put the car in gear and go. Into the horizon we go, forever in motion, doomed to hang forward, suspended in time. Time is a dark mistress, twisting and whipping up around until we are destroyed or reformed. We are driven off the cliff into the waves that mold us, meld us…bring up down and rise us up.
Being driven is about passion. It’s about knowing where you want to be at the end of the day and doing everything in your power and means to get you there. Driven is living.
I know a man, he’s a powerful man/got the people in his power, in the palm of his hand./He started at the bottom and he worked his way up/now he’s never gonna stop until he reaches the top.
Powerman by the Kinks
The only thing she could do to help was not make anything worse. She couldn’t burden them with an average grade or a less then spotless record. They’ve dealt with enough pain, she shouldn’t be anything.
I was driven to talk to you. I wanted to so bad. but I couldn’t. you were the most popular guy I had ever met and i felt like an ugly duckling. now we’re older and I’m driven to talk to you agian. because now i feel sexy and you seem alot nicer.
I am a driven person, by goals and prospects. I want to do well in life, I want to be somebody. At times I feel like I just sit around and don’t do anything, hoping maybe something will open up. An opportunity, but who knows. Maybe I need to be more driven, more passionate about life.
I was given, driven. The same tired ambulance of a word, rushing in the wake of diffidence.
i was taken to a destination unknown. I was blindfolded and scared. I tried to make out where I was going by listening, by smelling, by focusing all my senses that weren’t covered up.
Where do I begin to be driven? Is it in a car, in a mind? There are so many roads to be driven upon. It begins inside. One spot.
When the life we lead is not suitable to our expectations, the horizon must be acknowledged. We see it, but it cannot be reached until we move.
I was driven to jump of the bridge I was driven to take a gun and put it my mouth. i could not stop thinking about killing myself. I wondered about my funeral how they would say, a stake was driven through his heart and he did it himself.
i was driven by a person to write, but I never did because I think that I am not good enough.
I should have driven to more places for the experience
Crazy. In the same vehicle along the same dark stretch of road not able to see in front or behind going faster and faster knowing again how it would end and still unable to stop. Driven.
Amelia raced to the back of the office, fumbling keys in her pocket. She saw the men approach the front entrance and knew they’d be there any minute! She was driven to beat these thugs to the secret she kept in the small cabinet behind her desk…
I just had to get to my next goal. all my life I had always seen myself as a worthless chubby kid, until one day not too long ago. Ever since that moment, I have been driven to prove myself to this world that I can be more than just my exterior.
Driven was the word I needed, the word I cherished, the word I wanted to be.
But I couldn’t. It wasn’t.
Driven to do this, driven over the edge. Driven to the corner store and back
when i was a boy i never thought that this could happen, but now i’m sixty years old, and somehow i’ve driven a spaceship all the way to the moon (even thought is on a hollywood film, but still)
laughing at the whale who swam to shore. the earnest beast fights…to get to dry land. from the depths of darkness to the shallow waters of hope. trying to earn the right to grow legs and walk before the eyes that doubted.
Driven. To be driven means that you can take initiative to do the things you want to do. It means that you have the courage to do things.
She was a very driven woman. Always thinking ahead, leaving men in her wake so that she could further herself as a woman. She would stop for no one. The world was hers and she was going to take it with every once of her being.
I have driven all this way and forgotten how to breathe. I have driven across the grasslands of Kansas, up through the panhandle of Texas, across the arid deserts of New Mexico, and still I can’t seem to shake her. The feel of her, the smell of her, her taste.
I am driven by inspiration. Creativity flowing through me. I believe I can do anything. I am a glass full kind of person. Unless of course the glass contains my favorite juice then the glass is certainly half empty…
There is a force, pushing, inspiring.
Motivation. A desire to make and achieve goals.
An attractive quality.
To the edge. Change. Become.
It was was she lived for, her passion, what she was driven to do after that wretched afternoon… buy an ice cream cone!
to be driven means to have the heart to never give up, to be confident and make your dreams a reality. driven people are successful people who will never let rejection get them down.
We are all driven. Driven to work. driven to succeed. driven to live, love breed and care. We are driven to be the best, the fastest, the prettiest, the most.
I am driven by lots of things. When I get up, the prospect of masturbating while pretending to shit with the shower running to mask it from my roommate drives me to shower. Going to work drives me to get a chicken sandwich at the cafeteria at work. Finally, I am driven to the bar so I can seduce chicks and destroy them sexually.
Amelia raced to the window, she saw the thugs approaching. She reached the small cabinet and fumbled with the keys to unlock it. She was driven to beat them, to stop them from obtaining her secret!
im driven to do better in my life. i need to stop fucking around. that’s all that matters now. i’m almost 20 years old, and every difficult thing in my life I’m now driven to do to be able to create a better life for my girlfriend and i. that’s all i want. i love her.
we were driven to extremes in the icy cold of the north with bears and cariboo and dogs with nothing but our wits and a pocket knife. We were in love with life but it all had to end.
focus. on what you have, on what is front of you. work hard to get this right. after all, i only have this one life. try harder, i don’t get a second chance at this.
i am driven to write these words because a websites purpose is to demand something from me i am driven my the unsaid statement that i must succumb to what the technological word is requesting of me.
Car’s don’t want to stop. Their fleshy inhabitants are wimps in their eyes. Always stopping for food, water, rest. The cars just want to drive. Where to? Who cares?
Driven, people lack drive. They get lazy and think things will come to them. You have to want it. You need to be driven.
up until today ive never been driven to leave. id thought about it, dreamt, planned, schemed. but up until tonight, before my face was covered in blood, before the bottles were drained, i couldnt ever do it.
i wish i had sooner
He was driven to insanity. All his life, his parents. His wife. Even his kids. The just wanted more. That’s what drove him that evening to the edge of a lake. No bridges for him; just the sweet, sweet water to rush him by.
I am driven to have my share of life’s fun. I’m not entitled to it. I work for it. I am driven to have the life I work for because it’s the only goal worth working toward.
As I was being driven down the street to take a trip to the park, I noticed a sad looking clown holding a red balloon. He had on large floppy shoes that seemed to be ten times to big and I felt bad for the poor guy! He was walking up a gigantic hill so we offered him a ride home.
sometimes you have to be self driven. you can’t depend on other people to motivate you. you have to do it for yourself. because at the end of the day sometimes people what for you what they wany and not what you or god wants. that
i drive my car and think about when i run i am driven i want to stop but only know i can when i pass the finnish line like the stop light or sign i know not why but it is the way it is in my cars case it is law in mine it is heart
i have driven to the store. driven driven driven. i have no gas. i need to go to the gas station. what if i run out of gas. oh no. i need money. this is unfortunate. i have no money. i spent my last money on food.