Perhaps it's because I was denied my adventure, or that I cannot find a sufficient one at home, but either way I feel trapped, useless. Is this all that I'm built for? Work? Sitting around, thinking about things like this? This is the time when I should be out, exploring, maybe not just the world, but preferably some place outside of my town. Sure, I could spend my time being introspective, but one can only do that for so long.
I search for something beyond where the railroad tracks can take me.
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