I see clearly, but it is not helping. I see that I have chosen the lesser of two evils. I have taken the slightly better path, but I'll never be happy. The DPD is ruining the time I had while time ticking away ruins the future. The cards I have been dealt are ruining my present. There isn't much I can do about that. I don't have many options.
I feel like I have no options, nowhere to turn, no unbiased voice of wisdom, no one to care anymore. I'm still hung up on a dead little boy I once knew and will never find again. What a standard to set.
I am alone save the people who feign understanding and want my adulation and gratitude. Society wants only what is best for society. People do what will benefit themselves.
I'm just a rodent being dragged by my hind legs across the misty sunset grass, much faster than I'd like. I'm reaching out, grasping desperately for anything. I can just barely feel the wet grass against my paws. I can't bring my tired head up enough to see what most likely will be my last sunset. I cannot see the beauty around me. I only see the darkness of that which I cannot reach. I swear I can hear the hawk laugh as he carries me on, just out of reach of escape.
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