I am in a maze. Yes, a maze of bullshits and what-nots. It led me to a single crossroad. Twice. Went into one direction that made me thought it's the right way. Turned out to be not. Went the other way which is riskier but freer. Thought it would eventually end up fine. Yet again, it turned out to be not. Really, one can't have everything. Those who strive to achieve it often end u
p with nothing.
Still, this is a maze. There are a lot of other crossroads, shortcuts, loops. But, this is no ordinary maze. I am in a labyrinth of thorns filled with luring vultures and plastic bags. Vultures who fool those who they think are of lesser creature than they are. Plastic bags which sways wherever the wind takes them. However, few good people run across me sometimes and help me break free from being bloody stuck in thorns. But, most of the time, I've got no one else.
Now, I run. I don't care if I'd be wounded by all the protruding thorns on the way. All I'm careful about now are the draining vultures and the wandering plastic bags.
And, I don't hide.
p with nothing. Still, this is a maze. There are a lot of other crossroads, shortcuts, loops. But, this is no ordinary maze. I am in a labyrinth of thorns filled with luring vultures and plastic bags. Vultures who fool those who they think are of lesser creature than they are. Plastic bags which sways wherever the wind takes them. However, few good people run across me sometimes and help me break free from being bloody stuck in thorns. But, most of the time, I've got no one else.
Now, I run. I don't care if I'd be wounded by all the protruding thorns on the way. All I'm careful about now are the draining vultures and the wandering plastic bags.
And, I don't hide.
