My inspiration is strong, while my motivation is plentiful, but where I lack in formation, my mind remains fertile. It doesn’t matter why or what I fill it with, as long as the page is no longer empty. Could I be at the beginning of something great, or is it simply another tale of sorrow and heartache.
I’ll follow my instincts on this one, hoping for the best, but when the sun sets and the day is done, what will it be that I lay to rest. If not the memory then maybe the pain, or for the sake of mediocrity I’ll just lose the ability to sustain. Perhaps this journey will be a fruitless one, but in my eyes it could be so much more, like the end to an evening romance, I too shall soon be behind that fateful door.
Until the rise of my talent I will never know the meaning, and will spend great lengths of time trying to figure out which way I’m leaning. Too far one way will damn me for the other, while the opposite will be exactly the same, and the middle too tough to tame. Each step in a new direction is only a delay to my arrival, but procrastination has its purpose, although acutely trivial.
Now it occurs to me that I am not fulfilling a purpose here, only meandering through the meadows of the void I always fear. Creating more of the same to release what I cannot hold, and I’ll never be so bold as to do it without being told. The assonance is running thin and my thoughts are fading out, I won’t last much longer without some sign of doubt.
You see the answer to my troubles is one I already know, but until it becomes a mystery I will forever chase this misery. It is all that remains in the absence of destiny, and in fate comes the irony of knowing nothing but the chance to be. Still I’ll complete my journey down the path before me, and hope for an end to change all that I see. For now it is drawing nearer, and not even I can do anything to haste its landing.
Oh my God, the swirls of colors surround me, or maybe that’s just the little white pill dissolving within me. Either way the outcome remains, I cannot be an end to what I cannot begin.