Thursday, 2 April 2015


The world's detesting me... full-on molesting me. But there ain't no correcting me. The disrespect I give to myself you see. The strengths within me come with faults to my destiny. So to correct this in-life conjecturally I may as well throw me away...

So to correct or not to that is a universal question. Overthink and worry to not ruin my offspring may be wasted time. The way will out. Every route is flawed.  Maybe it is best to tread a road one knows well?

But no; wanting the greener grass for those who follow seems relevant despite the risks of bestowing mediocrity in talent's wake. Maybe the effective mean are more satisfied than talented failures. Or maybe it will find a best way.