I'm Going Aren't I... Does It Matter How I Get There?????

Everything is status. Everything is numerical without any actual signifance. Everything is cookie cutter, but there's not really anyone willing to do the dishes afterwards. But in the same breath no one actually knows what happens behind the scenes, as long as they've spent a pretty penny on an underwhelming cookie -to say that they purchased it. how intelligent in a society thats profittable one minute, but undiscliped the next. We're so focused on the wrong things, until it becomes critical -something the mind can't go without. so much so, that critizing the realness in another has become freaking marketable? we've overly watched those who fought to be here, only to be knocked down a peg,by the same ones that positioned them one with the stars, because of what? We've said we'd change, but here we are back in the same room with enough money in our pockets to do away with the padded walls, while laughing at the next room with padded walls -just waiting and watching to see who's the unlucky bastard that'll end up in that room with the freaking padded walls.

I can't get anymore clear. I've been stuck in lanes I never wanted for myself, or worse, never saw myself in -in the first place. I've been humbled by things that just take off on its own, leaving me embarrased and needing to either explain or stay mute to those who take without remorse. It's like they know what they're doing, but they just can't stop, because at this point, they've come too far, and humiliating me has become deliciously addictive. So cutting ties has been: riding on four wheels while still being asked to stay glued to a stationary schedule -that overall messes with my destined timeline. what about you, where are you in you life and how are you getting there, because just because I said all of that doesn't mean that I'm not still working my way to my well deserved fairytale. Don't you know. I swear I'm enlisted to be here xoxo The girl who travels slow!!!!