Barely half way through and already know the end.
With no point in trying to pretend,
That the road ahead isn’t already lain.
Might think I’m crazed and I can’t explain.
Feeling in my gut that I just can’t shake.
Believe me when I make this statement.
Standing alone in a room full of noise and life.
Detached from what it’s all about.
Moving through the mass against the tide.
I am on my own isolated ride.
Doing what feels right to me in the moment.
It’s my norm but sometimes I wouldn’t mind an added component.
Dice fall as they wish and nothing I can do.
To say it’s all in the cards isn’t correct too.
Not every hand gets the same draw.
Sometimes you win the jackpot and other times you don’t.
Deal with what you are gifted.
Pity selfishness is the order of every day.
When the end comes there will be zero anyway.
Drifting off on this journey of nothing.
No one to wave me off to what isn’t coming.
May seem sad but its my world view.
Came to terms with how I am one of the few.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 