. . . drifting . . .

[mostlyanonymous]

It's that time of year again. A beginning and an end.
Where am I going?
What was once so clear is now so cloudy.
that it all becomes disgustingly clear.
But I haven't woken up yet.

The leaves fall and the seasons change.

It's that time of year again, but to this end no one is here.
Where have I been?
What was once illuminated is now eclipsed.
And it all grows so amazingly transparent.
But I can't help but wonder when this dream will begin.

The air chills and the seasons change.

Time is upon me.
To grow. To be what I want to be.
To know. To do what I want to do.
To see. To live how I want to live.

But time still passes me by, and I can't help but wonder
Where have I been and why am I still here?
Where is my map and why does it end at 24?
Where am I going and why?
Where is my map and why did it end at 23?

It's that time of year again.
And it's time to come out and play.