Lost in the labyrinth of this World
Amazed at the intricacies of this web
Surprised at the loneliness of this race

What I truly hunger for;
I try grappling for words
between pages of open minds
Trying to read between the words
and yet I find nought

The Truth is this:
A hermit who’s struggling amidst this weary and dreary world
Sick and tired of the pleasantries everyone is throwing around

One day I shall learn to dance in a straight line,
Run in a different direction from the rat pack
And yet hold my head tall amidst the unbelievers.

Please forgive me as my random thots dun connect and never really depict the turmoil in my heart.

I hope I can get enuff rest to survive this weekend. Some thoughts never end and I have no idea where this is going but I must end it. my only excuse: reading my backlog of books that have been piling up in the corner of my bed.

what I am reading at any given moment tend to influence how my thoughts connect or do not connect.