Where To Now?

"Where To Now?"she had it tattoo'd on her side, and every time i thought of it, I would ask myself the same. Sometimes life can become a cliche when you start asking yourself certain things like "Why is life so hard?", "Why can't I do what I want to do now?!"; you begin to sound like a baby. At times you want to tell yourself "its time to stop loathing" but its in this moment where true inspiration begins. Do you agree?Do you the reader agree with my depression in a way that you yourself want to achieve less?Do you just sit in your room staring at walls that begin to talk of ideals in which you want to achieve,yet your fear to walk across undulating planes that will cause you to buckle? Lets not forget the outside factors that encounter our self appraisal. Lets talk about the friends we keep, the love we have,and more so the empty yet passionate encounters we happily don't remember. Everything to you becomes a memory in which you lived after it happened. Something only remembered after you dreamed. Only a smile can come from such thoughts.

If you want the psychy of a true american who wants to succeed in this fucking disgusting economy than read me. Inhale me as if it was the last cigarette you could ever have, as if it was the last time you could kiss your wife, and as if it was the last time you saw your husbands eyes. I've walked hours mentally and physically to a place in which i thought i found the key to my success, yet i was mistaken. I was taken down a road by mysterious passengers whose smirk and talk of grand things only lead me to a learning experience of how everyone doesn't want to be your friend. I went to a place where I,me, and myself became a forgotten person. A place where an echo appeared to me as praise.A place where no glory was found.

In closing, I've always asked myself if I didn't have to make money would I try too?Ha, I could imagine many would say no, but would people surprise me and say yes?These questions lead to why do we do the things we do. Do we do out of passion or out of prudence? Do we move for the love or do we move because we have to?Why do we do anything at all........