Thinking on the move - all over again

The process is largely periodic, like a sinusoid. You make yourself a promise that the rain will seep down only enough to dampen the shirt you wear; and not the spirit you hide, protect and cherish. Shuttling between your real life and your corner in your brain, the deviation from that solemn oath grows with each wrinkle the world gives you. Phrases like damage control start making sense and resurrection measures get underway. A lull, a peak, another lull, another peak and the chariot moves on, drawn by horses you can never completely master.

Like a child throwing stones at an apple on the tree, you wish to be focused and steadfast. You wish to be like the madman who is beyond reality and sanity. Like the one who's lost everything, you'd like to shove your fist into the face of the world. All you end up doing is hanging around the centroid of this triangulation.

Not belonging is a challenge and a heroic struggle up there in your corner. Step on the ground and the challenge is a battle for life, respect, money and the struggle is against yourself. Those who venture afar will tell you that the mountains are only as beautiful as the storms were fierce. Thinking too much has never done as much good as thinking enough has. So ask yourselves the right questions and set out on the road once your dues are paid; not a moment to waste, not a shred of doubt and no tears to wet the soil. No violins that play in your ears, but the song you sing will be sweet. A burnt skin wont matter to the righteous if the path you've walked is fair.

Stay strong,
Move along,
It isn't wrong
To not belong.