Time to Kill

There he sat wasting away.  Nothing to do.  Does it sound pretentious?  Only time and reflection will tell.  But rather it seems there is no choice.  The possibilities are endless, yet the options are nonexistent.  Stuck in limbo, there is nothing to contemplate.  Where is the grand goal?  The great perhaps?  Lost and found.  It is there, but not really.  He knows his goal.  Or so he thinks.  But is that what he truly wants?  Deep inside, the path he is taking, does it really resonate?  No.  There is the answer.  So what does?  What is the great perhaps?

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Random Thoughts of a Frustrated Young Adult

This is for myself.  I know that may sound selfish, but it’s true.  I’m in this for myself, and I’m doing this for myself.   I’m talking about writing right now, but you can generalize that to everything.  All you really have is yourself.

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