Written: March 8th, 2011
If today is the tomorrow of yesterday, what the hell is the yesterday of tomorrow. Walking backwards never made progression, but I feel that walking forward only digresses my journey. Seemingly, standing still would make greater advancements in what I wish to accomplish, when the latter is simply nothing. Lost, I sit down on an open bench to ponder the moments that are irreversable, yet my mind twists and turns the past events to give me a scenerio that could of been, but is not.
Why would I be subject to such ridicule, by my own thoughts, when my mind is the decisive factor in the finale anyway? If there was a better outcome, then I feel let down by the acute thinking process that got me to where I am now. Thinking outside the box would be easier, if the box wasn't the world, and my mind a hidden pebble. Expanding my thought process only brings headaches, and even if I would of chosen the road on the left, my mind would be laughing histarically.
If I choose the one on the left, I find it is all up hill, and no rest stops. The one on the right isn't really even a road at all, just a beaten path. The one behind me, well I lost it. So do I stand at the crossroads, lookng ridiculous, or do I find a different road, neither left or right.. Maybe the horizontal movement of my boring imagination has supressed my ability to find the road less traveled. Who said there isn't something vertical for me to travel along. Looking left, and right.. I choose up, or down. Or both.. who knows.
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