Tickets to a new day

Go back to a moment of peace, where there was a light ease of life floating amongst the power of blankness. Now I am blank sucked through endless meaningless words of a reality con. I wonder about questions that can’t be answered, about answers that don’t have questions. I can't stop thinking about fate’s introduction. Where does fate begin, the junction between miracles and the motorway to school – when is it time for destiny to come, I wonder am I living my destiny already.

My eyes hurt and they deceive me

My ears connect me to echoes of evaluated disaster

The jigsaw puzzle in the middle, anguished with distractions, born with pieces lying around everywhere, made of fragile parts to lose and takes forever to make out, is me.

The broken camera takes pictures of my un-focused experiences and frames them adequately for all of the world’s judgment to prevail. My actions are contributions of poor gold on a market of heavy duty buyers – religion, education, tradition. My goals hang on a thread, ridiculed by poverty of ability. Ability to achieve my highest ability - I fear about its demand. Am I strong enough to battle the path of my hardship? Can I change teacher of minds to become taught better ways, tickets to a new day, but right now they seem too expensive, but if I don’t hurry they will be sold out.