Now we approach a startling end- one towards another's suspicion but who could tell you'd join the ranks of the hapless and footsure despondent. Even more so let us recant this bitter myopic withdrawal. So onwards with fervent desire; never glancing again at you fortuitous fools dreaming with your eyes closed- into the dismal crowd and renouncing your splendid days in the sun.
I had never seen a man so forthcoming in his misgivings, so eager to wring the pillars of ideality, that I, unanimous to chance, was greatly taken by his disdain. His apathy would impress me for years to come and shred my well-spun yarn; nothing in common but similar at some.
I now give mention to the years of my life. How swiftly things change for the better or worse. So much so that the spectres of consequence riles your senses and deters you from action. Can anything be more influencing on the mind than the thought of a careless mistake? In reckless retrospect of an existence less exemplary there is scarcely anything to alter- a free spirit driven by glee and woe and a beautiful soul. In strict hindsight there emerges possible complications of regrets running amok and a sad comic sensation conjured by their idleness, aimless and languid airs.
To endure the gripping reins of conformity while coexisting with society is perhaps the most pressing moral issue of the post modern era. What must be exercised or trounced or extrapolated must also be deciphered and sacrificed and inferred- to wield knowledge with the maturity of an open mind.
Skimming the brim of an overflowing cup, I rest my most dejected farce.
