Someday my idea of the future will be a reality. Things will line up just as I had imagined, I will feel alive, and in control. All I have to do is make it through today. Tomorrow, whenever tomorrow is, I will start that project, stand up for myself, and find that girl.
This is the meat on the edge of the stick tied to the back of my spine. It is out of reach, and the system that put it there intended it so. I must fall on my back; giving up on these unrealistic dreams and the mechanism that so perversely held them there.
Responsibility exists, and tomorrow does come, and it’s no different from today. If it’s really important; I must make time for it.