Bored Disconnected Rambling of Thoughts
The world is like a machine, rolling on, dragging us all through its
motions, carrying us away whether or not we would rather fall instead.
Relentlessly spinning into a future reflected of the past, the momentum
of life passing me by in my dream-scape.
I chained my mind to a new dimension to escape the demands of the past.
Still bound by predetermined constraints yet free within my mind to
explore new outcomes.
An anarchist in my head, a child in a playground of horrors and delight.
Warped sequences of events fly past the windows of my journey, dull and
frightful in their incessant regularity.
Too much to take in yet not enough to stimulate my mind, a two-fold edge
by which I bleed. Freedom through choice of constraints, the random
dice which slip through our fingers to be lost in the eternal pattern of
betrayal and reward which is life.
A well of hopes and illusory damnations in which to drown in an
orgiastic revelling of perversity and delight. A bombardment of the
finer senses, scenes which drive deep into the inner core to unbalance
you to a new stability.
Life rolls on.