CBNJ2357
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 16, 2015
- Messages
- 62
Nevertheless it is what it is - perhaps I just live in my own world a prisoner to my own mind - a slave bound by my thoughts...a situation of which geniuses typically strive for yet the criminally insane lament. Perhaps, but perhaps not. Perhaps I'm merely stuck on the fence overlooking both sides indistinguishable from one another in anxious fervor and blind faith that I choose wisely, instinctively knowing one path can lead to anything and everything and the other nothing.
I reflect upon myself through the pool of thoughts only for a moment before reaching my epiphany - I've already had and lost everything and in the end nothing in my life has really meant nor amounted to anything,
Alas, even in a world seemingly growing as monochromatic as it is monotonous I'm forced to concede that more often than not the grass seemed to be greener on the other side - regardless of my vantage point - at my highest, at my lowest...
I reflect upon myself through the pool of thoughts only for a moment before reaching my epiphany - I've already had and lost everything and in the end nothing in my life has really meant nor amounted to anything,
Alas, even in a world seemingly growing as monochromatic as it is monotonous I'm forced to concede that more often than not the grass seemed to be greener on the other side - regardless of my vantage point - at my highest, at my lowest...