Everywhere I turn the odds are stacked against me. Ive been fighting the world for some time now, and Im sinking into the dark depths of hell. Ive looked for light in every corner but found my self running where I cant see. Forever searching for that beacon that passes by every now and then. That sliver of hope I see every now and then. It taunts me. It laughs as it passes by me in my sleep. I wake to the distant sound of a voice calling my name. It seems so close I can grab it, but when I reach my hand out to get it, its as if it as never there in the first place. Why is this? What am I to do? How do I keep going on? Why do we do what we do? I dont want to keep going, but dont know how to stop. Living life as if I was a robot programed to walk like everyone else. Maybe its fear that drives me on. Maybe its that little ball of light urging me to come closer. Who knows? I want that light though. And theres just about nothing thats gonna stop me from getting it. I have to. What else is there for me to do? Why else am I here? Yes.....it is to capture that ever distant light to share with the world.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 03:34:06 +0000
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