Midnight Musings

You're walking somewhere, but you are not really going anywhere. Destination in mind? Sort of. Know it when I see it. But do I want to get there? Maybe. Not really. When you get to the end, you must question, is it really the end. And if it is, decision time. And if not, then you made a wrong turn somewhere along the way, and it's time to go back. But you can never really go back. Only forward. So you are stuck. Where to go. Who knows.

Mushrooms like rocket ships. So many hills, up and down. What goes up, must come down. What goes down, must come up. Or it can stay down. Interchangeable.

Twists and turns, backwards and forwards, left and right, all around, till you are dizzy. Till you are ready to drop. Till you are confused as to where you are going, and if you are actually going anywhere at all. Or just chasing your tail. Following a bubble, airless, and light.

Music blasting in your ears. Trying to drown out the sound. Ironic. The sound of the music is louder than the sound you are trying to block. Which makes the music sound on it's own. And what can drown out the music? And what can stop you from thinking so much?

The good news is, it all ends sometimes. The bad news? You don't know when. Or is that so bad. Maybe there's no bad news at all. Is that so hard to believe?