Dec 22, 2005 21:52
When it's all over, and the petals have all unfolded, you will look back and find yourself asking, "Was it really that important?" Living from day to day, stressing over the angle at which the sun rises in the sky, and really, does it matter? Competitive nature destroys us all as we fold inward upon ourselves and our own greatness. Taken capitive by the binds of society that teach us to outdo and trample everyone in our paths, we live our lives in great chains of ironic solitude.
Often times, there is a lonely man who walks along the railroad tracks, at about the time that the sun casts surreal shadows upon objects, during the dawn of the night. His mind is streched, like the shadows, and he walks, with his eyes closed. In his head, he forms a world, a world cast in a soft blanket of sweet dreams. The tracks stretch for the other coast, and his mind grasps for some kind of eternity. He mustn't think that the world exists as it does, for it will drive him mad, but he can't pretend it to be something it isn't, and to ignore it is to deny the realism of any problem at all. The competitive souls will always eat away the flesh of any, until the flesh is gone, or raw. This is the way it is, but it can change in a moment....