Teeter

I daydream of self-discovery, of pure, fluid self-expression, of the romantic through the prosaic, of a colorful, magical life.

But what I want is truth. To know what is... no... to feel what is. Whatever that is. And I find myself inspired by this aim.

I guess paraepinephrin* hits later, though, and I sense my lofty individualism rather lonely. And then I stand again at the crossroads... seek others, or seek myself? And the fear of a mistaken permanent decision threatens to find me later a regretful man, life spark spent, habits and rules too deeply anchored... either way. And I ponder...

And then I remember familiar words from not two weeks ago. "One, two, three, whoops! You missed a step! You did? I kid. None can direct your heartbeat's tunes, nor tell what is your due"

And after realizing how that applies to me, I feel better.

*Update: I remember learning in high school that "paraepinephrin" was some kind of hormone that countered the effects of epinephrin on the body. Google and Wikipedia disagree, though.