the journey

Went from having no morality to being the voice of reason. Trying to find a reason to put up with the insanity of pathetic homosapians. Chasing a goose I winded up on very narrow alley which extended endlessly. I jumped, I ran, I jogged a little, interestingly enough none of that worked at all, so i begin walking slowly my intuition leaving me to try and find a way back to myself once again. After all, consciously considering the road i have traveled a journey full of challenges then meeting another fork in the road, I bow my head in despair, cars pass without a single care... Not one can help me find my way. I always try to be there for people and try to be all things to all people; and so i look at these passing cars, and they turn into familiar faces from very familiar places.

So i start going straight thru the fork, making a new path. Feeling defeat but i keep kneading, treading thru the dirt and seemingly endless road of misfortune and false hope. Realizing now, no one can help me. I pass a small dog, who appears to be suffering greatly and although I wanted to help him my legs wouldn't stop moving and my mind wouldn't stop scolding me for wanting to go backwards once again to an old dog dying on the side of the endless road.

Never had I been at war with myself, reconizing that life is full of regrets but I should not, can not help anyone before i help myself after all that is how I winded up here. Finally. The wind stops whispering softly to the follicles of my thick black hair and shows me the way.