Making life too much about the insurmountable “big picture”;
lost touch with how to act within everyday reality.

Sitting inside,
uninspired because
it is just all the same now….
In all the parks,
the same artists, the same people, the same backdrop.
In town,
all the stores, the landscapes of nature and businesses
are all the same.
The movies, the trains, the patterns, the conversations
…all the same.

It is time for something different.
Not to plan, not to wait…

In loneliness,
because of the stubbornness of the ego,
wrong decisions are made,
ones that reaffirm our position that the instincts are always incorrect.

I suppose that there is some purpose to the cliché,
considering myself fortunate to know the difference;
That the reality of current american urban living is not normal, is not a natural life, should not be accepted for what life should be.

Funny how all along I ignored the warnings…

 

 

 

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(written on computer)