I have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion

People amaze me. Even the most laconic and dull ones seem to possess a certain charm. Everyone has got a back story. But I'm especially mesmerized by the crazy ones, they are the ones that shine like stars on a moonless night. It's a pity there are so few of them. They have a certain vigor for life, a hunger that I seem to have lost somewhere along the line. I live on from one day to the next, seasons come and go, people come and go, I remain pretty much the same.
I keep riding away. With my own self staring back at me from the abyss, I keep riding away. Only a bleak silhouette of the past remains in my thoughts.I look ahead to an uncertain future. My heart is in two places, my mind in a million.
Sometimes life appears very fruitful and full of possibilities, at other times though it appears as dull and damp as a trampled upon newspaper on a rainy day. Life keeps changing colours every other day, it likes to tease you like one cruel mistress. Heartbreaks,failure,disappointment and all of their other friends are bound to follow you wherever you go. But this is a road we all must run. There is so much left to see, so much left to do, so many books to read, so many people to meet, so many places to go to.
So I'll just keep running till the run is gone and I'll keep on riding till I see that dawn. Perhaps one of these days I will be found.

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