I look to my left for contentment;
To my right for inspiration.
I have gone this far
On the sad promise that the path gets easier.
What I eat eats my intestines,
And what I ought to eat gives me appetite every morning.
Such is the cruelty of Life;
An obscene, yet functional balance.
Keep him dreaming!
I swear I have heard Life whisper this.
He leverages my beautiful imagination,
With my cursed will power.
Is it really my life then;
A life of hoping and waiting?
Or am I just an observer at best,
Just watching as Life lives me?