Exceprt from Lucidity.
I can’t stop thinking about the world turning. Spinning out of control with no one to lead us to where we need to be. Who am I to say what we are meant for? Who are you to say otherwise? Hell I don’t understand myself completely much less the world around me. There is so much information at fingers length, only to be drowned by the waves of imagery. How do I survive in a world like this? Where thinkers and artists; writers are no longer valued to the extent of the past. Today we are run by those who think they know what’s best. Not only what’s best for you, but me and the world too. I know what I want to do with my life. Do you? I’m tired of being a sheep. I’m tired of following someone else other than myself. My thoughts and my dreams, pride, and honor are what guide me. I have no lust for material things. No one to share my imagination with. Where am I supposed to be? Only I know that answer. Only I can change the outcome.
-JN-