Daydream!
Dead and alone in an ambience so full of life, wondering if my place in society will ever be carved out of the prejudiced granite of my youthful ignorance.
Success seems more than a word of imposing syllables that bear no particular meaning or significance to the tedious path I have chosen.
The ever-existing question of “when” fluctuates through my mind like a heart that bears the signs of a first love.
Every step taken leads me to the beginning of an eternity of unhappened and unknown obstacles splayed in the path of individual success.
Perhaps it is a dream!
Yes, just maybe life itself is a perpetual dream with death as the final awakening.
Soon I hope to awaken and add the finishing touches of success to the masterpiece of life.
And if the beauty of success were never captured, I’d decline to be as articulate and beautifully unfinished as the catholic Mona Lisa.
Written by:
Felecia Buchanan