There are days I wish the world around me could do better. I try and I try and I try and I somehow end up where the world decided I would start. I've spent ages spinning circles around what I want, observing the luster, the splendor the humility of simply living my own life and where do I end up if not drowning in very thing holding me back.

The ages pass, the leaves change color and wilt away, the woodland creatures leave nothing but their absence as the days grow shorter. Even they who are not so burdened with morality can make further strides than I. I watch the stars, the moon, the sun, so far I'll never get to touch them yet so close one can only imagine.

How I would give what little I've got to be where I want to be, but alas. Sacrificing a PlayStation or a ham sandwich would get me nowhere. Sorry this last bit isn't as poetic, I am just so tired of feeling like the biggest rock in the river bank, watching as everything ebbs and flows around me.