Resurrecting into darkness

The limits of your character, are bounded only by the limits of your knowledge.

You feel ashamed, when the former fall so low, compared to the latter.

So, why? Why can it sometimes be so difficult to live

the way you think.

I blame YOU, feeding me dictionaries and not a single line of syntax rules.

Ask me something and you’ll see, I have a first class degree in everything but

what makes me tick.

Can find my route in desert, escape from burning towers, device a plan to conquer the world but

not a drop of passion I have for any of this sort.

Holding your breath ’till you suffocate. They say it’s impossible. How can they tell?

All the experimental results come from people who failed. Ask those who succeeded

and then you can name it ‘science’.

So, shall I stop? I know I shouldn’t. But the fading ticking of the inner clock is loosening the grip it has on my wandering existence.

What a miserable fool I am! Over nothing…

Soundtrack: ‘Baby I’m gonna leave you’, Led Zeppelin