Relying on the selfishness of others is getting me nowhere.
Life always seems to stop me from living.
How the irony makes me cringe.
The pages keep turning and I have no idea as to where the story line is going.
I just keep re-reading what I've just read trying to make sense of it all.
That's when I realized.
Everything and everyone is an obstacle.
I was waiting for them to help me.
I'm never helping myself.
We all try so hard to believe we're immortal,
but the right time is passing.
It just passed.
It passes through the present, it breathes life and gives chances.
Again. Just then. Again.
Still no gain.