As a younger man
I thought I had the future sussed.
Convinced myself I knew the plan.
The path was set, along it I rushed.
Nothing would cause doubt.
I'd just walk the breadcrumb trail
laid before me.
The yellow brick road
to my destiny.
Then the world dropped
from all around.
I was floating
in an endless void.
all around
different pathways blinked
like the semi-functional
synapses of my mind
and none of them were flashing in sync.
As a younger man I thought I had it all,
no fear of a downfall,
just afraid of how I looked to other people,
not listening to the howling wolves call.
Following the same
rinse and repeat cycle of misery,
day after day.
Not noticing the cracks in the universe
or how it was all going astray.
I had no goal, or ambition,
no mission. Just following
my own short-sighted, double vision.
As a younger man, I feared ridicule
I was constantly worried about looking a fool.
I thought the bottom of a bottle
would provide the answers,
to the mystic riddles.
I lost sight of myself,
I couldn't find me on any maps.
The constant strain of trying to fit
an image that didn't fit,
caused my shell to crack,
my world to snap.
And into the void I sank.
I drank. I spiralled into a nightmare
where the walls were closing,
the air tasted rank.
The atmosphere dripped
with liquid despair
until I was almost broken beyond repair.
Then a pathway appeared
with multiple branches leading off
in all directions
and a pen landed at my feet,
a notebook leapt into my hand
and I realised my role
in this universal masterplan.
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