Which is it, in this time of erratic identity, that a true person should follow?
Some would say the heart, but the heart could change tommorow.
Others would concisely map the path cerebrally, indentifying intangebilities unequivocally, to achieve their goals seamlessly and conveniantly.
But when the map cannot be drawn so easily; this can be a bitter pill to swallow.
There are those who would follow success, climbing up the shadows of men in sharper dress. Hoping that their day of blessing from their masters, soon they'll greet- whilst grabbing blindly at their feet.
They rest in rented pits and wallow.
To follow desire could fill some with a fire so hot that the burning becomes more a yearning; until the flames are licking the edges of your being, and you are no longer seeing with your eyes but with your needing, and the needing becomes a "have to have it" often causing cataclysmic feelings of a maschocistic mental maul of self destruction; leading to a dread eruption...
Many would appropriate the manner of their peers. Taking bits and pieces, here and there, to quell their fears: that they are not so different from the rest- in how they speak, and how they dress. A common equillibrium of opinion can be met.
But there is still the heart, and the head, and the desire. There is still the need to feel a part of something greater. There is still the question "am I climbing the right ladder?", and there is still the want to embellish the world with with that which makes you different.
My feet have wandered each of these paths since I can remember; sometimes forking off and heading down one, then the other.
Some would call me indecsicive, I'm not so sure. I'll follow the wind.
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