follow me through the blissful meadows,

follow me through to the electrical spark.

Follow me through the chapters of knowledge,

follow me through the writings of dark,

follow me to the passage of wisdom.

Follow me through the times that are uncertain,

follow me through the times of laughter,

follow me to the times of understanding.

Follow me through the pain of unrest,

follow me through the joys of tomorrow,

follow me through to a future abode.

Follow me through the rain of a lifetime,

follow me through the colors of the leaves,

follow me through to the sunlit path.

Follow me through the stages of growth,

follow me through the difficulty of changes,

follow me through to the shades of gray.

Follow me, I beg of you, why is my shadow..not behind me?

Tired of the attempts that go unnoticed,

the mistakes that outweigh the good,

the happiness that never comes.

Tired of the day to day strife,

the relationships that go nowhere,

the hard work that never pays off.

Tired of that bottomless hole,

the pats on the back that never land,

the tears that seem to mean nothing.

Tired of the haunting of the past,

the success that can’t be found,

the life that seems awkwardly wrong.

Tired.

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This post is hilarious, mostly because I can just imagine most men and women (for that matter) doing the same things.

open up your heart, ease your mind.

Let in the new,

say goodbye to the old, settle your fear.

Assert the concept  of life,

find a new hobby, make a new friend.

Find your new beginning,

chase the alternate, accept change.

speeding through the light, and standing in the dark.

inviting new journeys, and leaving the old.

picking at our brains, and pulling at our feet.

The clock is always ticking…

exceeding our expecations, and comforting our doubt.

sealing the warped, and obstructing the view.

revealing self pity, and exploiting our fears.

branding our misfortunes, and calculating our demise.

The clock is always waiting for our time.

A sense of belonging? A sense of pride? A sense of accomplishment?

A personal cry for the limits of your greatness, or is it a personal cry for the triumph of your limits?

How far can one go, to what lengths should we reach, or backs should we step on in the process?

Can success be achieved without the hurt of another? Will another have to fail for your conquer.

The reason why success is also confined by a line of repressed statues of resent.

The stone face of nay-sayers holding concrete buckets to catch your losses.

What is success?

The test of the power of the mind, or the minds test of power?

How far can one go, to secure an equal bracket, or obscure a known entity?

Can success be achieved solely off one determinant? Will another settle for your ambition.

The reason why success is met by a bucket of overvalued pity.

The face of the unknown will seldom come to surface.

What is prosperity?

When I was wild and free you shunned your chances to be with me.

Now that the sun has risen and set..I turned the other cheek.

Climbed to see that my heart finds something, anything but bleek.

So, here you are to bare your true feelings,

to write them..enlarged..on your mind’s ceilings.

Although you do not realize, seasons have brought upon a new discourse,

where the threshold of my love, has changed its source.

For the touch of your skin, the beat of your heart.

How long can I wait,

to feel the rush, the passion?

How long can I wait,

to rejoice in your laughter, sing in your praise.

How long can I wait,

to retrace the beauty of a love that once existed?

How long can I wait,

to remember the sorrow bestowed on my heart?

How long can I wait,

to rescind the day you walked out of my life.

How long can I wait,

to regret to want to see you again.

How long can I wait,

to remember the reason, why I want to stay.

How long can I wait . . . just as long as you.

As much as we want to know the answers, many of us find ourselves, lost. Lost in the sauce. How do we know what we are doing is what we want to do for the rest of our lives? How do we know that we are doing what we want, for ourselves. How do we know? How do we know we are ready.

People suggest that when its time to grow up you will. When the party life is a distant memory and your childish ways float in the distance. When you think more of what will happen in 40 years, than what might be going on tonight.

How many of us have chosen our own path? How many have chosen the path others founded for us? At 18, who is to say that you know exactly what you want to be, and who you are? I think no one really knows. At 18, we haven’t experienced a lick of life, let alone the capacity to make life long decisions…which we have seen end up in a complex of misery for some.

Who is to say that the endless discontent of your path, has to be an everyday like? Maybe it’s society, your family, maybe even yourself. So, when you become of age to make logical and insightful decisions…how long should you wait to act? How long is it acceptable to still fizzle within your prime years?

Who knows, to each his own right? Maybe not. But to those who are fortunate enough to have a distinct plan with no interruptions..kudos. For life will always throw you a curveball, which in most cases, won’t end up being a home run.

For the likes of whose prying eyes haven’t yet been appointed with 20/20..there is still time. Time to make up for the indecisive, misguided, misused, abused, forgotten or disappointed.

What holds you captive? A memory..a thought..a common misconception? Maybe its just a fear of the unknown. A fear of the unpredictable life that we know we are forced to live.

Captivity doesn’t have to be a force of habit,  just a rite of passage.

I sat in a room and did what people most often do, think. I realized the intensity of the friends and acquaintances I have encountered. The weight that one person can hold on your life. The following nature that can develop from these such friendships. So then I wondered, am I a follower? Am I really as easily influenced? Do I fall into the dangers of peer pressure? As adults, we lose the desire to just be young and dumb. But maybe we acquire something else. What else though? What is it that makes you make those, “Damn, I know better” decisions. Some say, hey it’s just irresponsibility. Maybe its the lack of will power. It could be an underlying need to always feel wanted, accepted, or just have that group of friends.

Is is possible to ever really be self sufficient? Completely and totally self sufficient, or will we always need the approval of that great, or not so great friend? Is it really possible to reach a point of enlightenment and independence where the opinion of another will never matter? To a degree, maybe. When you accomplish your goal, or something really great happens to you…. isn’t your first reaction to call someone? “I just have to tell you..!!” What is it about the human mind that forces us to seek companionship or approval? I guess the trick is to distinguish what you actually are seeking companionship or approval for, and to what bounds?

Is this crippling us or helping us as individuals? Test it out, next time something great happens to you, don’t tell anyone. Think you can do it?