i'm just a casualty who lookes for inspiration in all the wrong places. who laughs at all the wrong times. has interrupted prosperity. and is far to grounded to fly.
driving down the freeway i gazed out at the white lines, every sign, car, and person. i stared at them with such curiosity and strength of mind, like a laser beam. no introspect came soaring at me, i didnt discover the cure for cancer, and i still dont know who i am or what i'm cut out to be. to be honest, i'm entirely clueless.
i could read the dictionary 100 times over and still be at loss for words.