A Question In Time


“Lions, wolves, and vultures don’t live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together”

When your wheels start spinning and you feel as though you don’t have anywhere to go, what do you do? What are your steps that will help you figure out that there is always a way to a new destination? It’s questions like these that will shine light on areas that would otherwise be neglected, though all the answers that could be said will never truly resonate on inattentive ears.

The overwhelming sensation lingers and takes on a new meaning forcing a direct decision to move on, or fight the battle head first. As the vultures circle above, awaiting the next vulnerable opportunity to swoop down and attack, you sit and stare off into the scorching desert with lost eyes. Mirages within arms length become grown adults, but never are their words spoken the way you wish you could hear them.

It’s as if all of the memories and moments you’ve shared in your life, begin to unfold, but everything is mixed up. Nothing is in the proper order and you never seem to understand which instance is supposed to be where it once was. It’s a puzzle of sorts, though you don’t seem as eager to play this game, a widening perspective has now become a shortened victory.

In an attempt to follow in your idols footsteps, you make drastic changes that don’t truly suit your needs. They don’t fully consume you because the direction is not you, it’s somebody else. As the wheels keep spinning, your mind slowly starts to get away, pulling on your hearts strings, and beating to an empty drum.

The taste seems unfamiliar as you bite into a part of lust, taking you by the waist side and shoving torment into your view. No longer are the days of peace and love as you’ve entered a deeper realm which brings out a unknown variable.

It seems though, that the light is very much within arms reach, but having the time to understand this journey is what needs to truly happen. In order to move forward, sometimes we need to take two steps back to always understand and never wonder. Love the detours.



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