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Rambling For Leisure
June 4, 2023 (started), September 11, 2023(finished)
Today I woke from a slumber, which could have overpowered me.
Controlling my life.
I was weak in truth.
The power that I sought was not that of my own.Rather that of an unbeknownst influence.
Today I met yet another individual, another person willing to listen, eager to hear my voice for what it may be worth.
Such chance encounters are unbelievably rare.
There have been times when I have been almost forced to explain my ideology.
Fluent in translating thought to ink.
Deprived of conversing in the spoken word.
A creator who I accept in times of wayward thoughts seldomly have i restrained such words of resentment.
There is no difference.
Ever so bearing conflicted questions. Doubtful they would ever be answered.
Still I delve into the unknown.
Accompanied by ignorance and delusion.
Still these questions I sought to answer.
Why is it meant to be me?
What is it that I have uncovered?
By hastily answering a question as old as man.This life is not that of godliness, rather represented by constant regret.
Life is to be living. These days that appears to less so.
Expeditions undertaken before. Similar ambitions brought forth by received provocation preached by those mistaken that there is only one direction to take.
Rooted with such angst. Repeatedly recited words of unwavering acceptance. preaching with benighted beliefs. Deaf to the questionable debate.Completely irate when reasoning has been challenged.
So tiresome are these past excursions. Forgetful of my own transgressions, constantly craving a form of uncandid understanding. Rather sympathetic for such unproven delusions. Self afflicted denial that I must be the weaker of the many. The only one trying to discover what long since has been concealed behind these eyes of mine. Reactively I dictate this voice to be heard in the reader's own voice. Lost in dictation words written within this disorderly literation.
©DJN87
(My first time attempting to write with intent on finishing. Also the first entry in my book.)
© DJN87
Today I woke from a slumber, which could have overpowered me.
Controlling my life.
I was weak in truth.
The power that I sought was not that of my own.Rather that of an unbeknownst influence.
Today I met yet another individual, another person willing to listen, eager to hear my voice for what it may be worth.
Such chance encounters are unbelievably rare.
There have been times when I have been almost forced to explain my ideology.
Fluent in translating thought to ink.
Deprived of conversing in the spoken word.
A creator who I accept in times of wayward thoughts seldomly have i restrained such words of resentment.
There is no difference.
Ever so bearing conflicted questions. Doubtful they would ever be answered.
Still I delve into the unknown.
Accompanied by ignorance and delusion.
Still these questions I sought to answer.
Why is it meant to be me?
What is it that I have uncovered?
By hastily answering a question as old as man.This life is not that of godliness, rather represented by constant regret.
Life is to be living. These days that appears to less so.
Expeditions undertaken before. Similar ambitions brought forth by received provocation preached by those mistaken that there is only one direction to take.
Rooted with such angst. Repeatedly recited words of unwavering acceptance. preaching with benighted beliefs. Deaf to the questionable debate.Completely irate when reasoning has been challenged.
So tiresome are these past excursions. Forgetful of my own transgressions, constantly craving a form of uncandid understanding. Rather sympathetic for such unproven delusions. Self afflicted denial that I must be the weaker of the many. The only one trying to discover what long since has been concealed behind these eyes of mine. Reactively I dictate this voice to be heard in the reader's own voice. Lost in dictation words written within this disorderly literation.
©DJN87
(My first time attempting to write with intent on finishing. Also the first entry in my book.)
© DJN87
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