Brooding Will
I don’t care about how the economy is failing. I don’t believe in the future. Be here now. Now might be hell. But I can’t seem to worry about that. I can’t seem to worry if I have credit. I have a bank of credit in my brain, but I love this world and it seems to get sidetracked but never lost. I live in the USA. This is my Country, and I don’t see a reason to ever leave it as a home. I’ve been all over the world, and I really don’t like it very much. It’s cold. Their sadness sits in the ashes of time. They are lost in their father’s dreams of their father’s motives. I live in California. Technically the Western point of Civilization. The final frontier. Truth is equality and being theosophical at heart, that is all I strive for. There is nothing else. Trivial pursuit is boring. I’m not perfect. Who cares. Hobbies are out the door. Why doesn’t anyone want to strive? Why do you feel comfortable wearing a red medal? Why don’t you want to win? We aren’t here to ruin each other, we came here to get to know each other. I know nothing more of you than I did at 12. I left you long ago. I can only abstractcally paint your bible. I fail daily. By will alone I set my mind in motion. If you cross me their will be consequences. I don’t believe in happy endings. But there is triumph over brooding will.
