:: First Rant Ends Up Different ::
sometimes the right answer is nought.
what seems to be wrong could be right could be wrong could be right.
could be wrong could be right could be wrong.
one could be the id, the ego or the superego.
tomorrow could come; tomorrow could never come.
sometimes one's happy because one wants so badly to be happy.
that one forgets why one is happy in the first place.
or what makes one truly happy.
or why the need to be happy.
sometimes one runs away because one wants so badly to seek reprieve from reality.
that one forgets what is real in the first place.
or where one started running.
or where one was running to.
one will just run. and run. and run.
if one could turn into what one wishes, there is no heaven.
there is no destination.
it is the end.
so will we only be happy if we're heading towards the end that we can never arrive at?
time moves forth once more.
there are images, words,
and the shadows of the mind,
like a sweet lime.