The thoughts of a troubled soul becoming clear to a fast-paced mind. I sit quietly at a computer keyboard while pondering a complex future life. Lost heroes are a by-product of a nation at war with an entrenched ideal. Just because..I see the remnants of a state being lost within a present day "matrix." Pet sounds illuminate the remnants of a tender soul one more time. Sitting within the shadows of an imagined reality. I try. I cry.
Imagining a world where homophobia and racism are relics of the distant past. Days of "manic" thoughts has my body searching for a "quiet" peace to call my own. I observe the remnants of youthful idealism that is unaffected by a complex world. Afghanistan soldiers wondering what it was all about. Senior citizens say a prayer for the millenial generation. Another day ends as millions prepare to "punch" a time-clock that imprisons their souls.