How unique that what we search for and seek is inside us,us the weak,us the strong
and inside so it was all along and we knew not.
But now we've got the twenty first century, a time for the cruel and the bloodthirsty,the fools and the prancers,cankers on the sidewalks of society.
If this is the humanity we live in I think that I might put my hands up and give in,I am tired of seeing demons where the angels ought to be.
But
you won't forget me
I won't let you,
I'll be in your face each morning,noon and night,reminding you that this is who I am,
the man who didn't want to stay and watch as what we have just wastes away,who would instead,
once ideas formed inside his head go off to seek,once more unique but no less weak,others with the same ideal,
while in the unreal or the real depending on the way you feel it's easy to be bogged down in the picky details of a plan and yet
the man who walked away can come back and sketch another day and in another time,perhaps when things have worked out,which is well and fine,that other time becomes the time that is the time to make the move.