It wasn’t always within my rights…

At times I am outside myself, looking in, reflecting on the choices I have made. Specifically those that brought me to the point of where I am now. All this time wasted, discarded, or used abusively. Leaving me parched. Thirsty for more, and yet somehow I feel like I’m sufficating to death. A soul’s oppression, turned riot, by the immoral choices I’ve made perhaps?

Are we all similar in a world half gone mad? How many of us are utilizing our time here on this planet wisely?

I descend into a cynical frame of mind…..