What of Depression?

The depressed are so concerned with a world with no place for them, or more so a them with no place for the world. This is a society blind to individualistic needs, one where there are new concepts of personal need. But take stand, society grows around us; we do not grow around society! Oh to have confidence. To chase skies, oblivions, and sunsets. To walk ranges and canyon comforts and feel no remorse for the others forgotten. For those who trudge.

"Why bother" is much more complicated. And the onlookers assume, but thats such a trivial concern though, don't belittle those who are so distressed.

Can I tell you a secret? Anyone's shoes are easy to fill. Don't tell me it's hard. I wish it was hard.

-Dann

Tell me officer

where is the open frontier?
the virgin sea?

And why am I not exploring them naked?

Well, I seem to be shaking a bit here,
could I get a hug to know you're safe?

-Dann

Ack...

I'm conflicted.

...No, nothing more but the dot of conclusion, I'm conflicted.

I see two selfs slowly defining their way from a mash of incoherency. Dan the quiet stubborn loner, so aware of everyone and everything but himself. He's going to be an artist, he's going to shine and where he walks he will leave a trail of awe.

On the other hand, he's unhappy sitting, fuck sitting, there's a world to conquer. A friend to dominate, an enemy to fuck, he'll carpe your diem and then take a shit on you.

God, I hate myself.

I need to live a life responsibly in the end. Redefine myself, my love, my desires and most importantly, I gotta redefine my actions.

-Who knows.