The toll of this desolation, which has lingered for much longer than imagined possible, is officially taking a heavy toll on my soul. As alive as I might feel at times, I feel the same level of death from time-to-time, as well.
My foundations were made of clay. Oblivious to their crumbling nature, I kept on a destructive path; a desolate path. Not completely lost, yet not completely found, an auto-pilot sort of state lingers.
I feel lost, and weak. Why do I hinder myself? I know better. I need to change or clock out.
There has not been any true clarity for far too long, thus I am lost quite far from the findings I need.
My passions are so vast in range, that I never focus on just one and never accomplish any tasks in totality, dealing with any of those areas.
So many dreams have I dreamed, so many words I have wrote, yet none have become reality.
Lack of necessary guidance and knowledge did not prove to be a true hindrance, until the volume and depth of its power and was realized to be out of my control. So much time wasted, gone forever and never to return, starts to become a recognized facet which offiicial reveals the departing of youth, and the official arrival of aging.
Being a child is no more; youth ghastly coming to an end and choices that require much wisdom, paired with a mature intuition, are arriving at a record pace.
The sheer pace that they can at times get up to, is what can truly make or break a person. They are not meant to do any other actions beyond those two. There is no middle relevance available.
Life stops for no set back, heartache, lack of strength, or increased confusion. The clock keeps ticking away with no decrease of speed ever to come, regardless of how much it may be needed.
Modern times are so ridden with a plethora of petty aspects, none which have any deep meaning or level of wisdom. In fact, their existence is linked to vast amounts of blindness, which only the few whom are able to see the bigger picture, notice.
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