There are thoughts bothering my mind. One by one, they leave with labels I name them. For experience has taught me one too many times the price to pay for involvement. A discerning friend- I'm mistaken as one too many times, for I wonder where does the latter word in that two worded phrase would belong.
However it wasn't till a few clock strokes away that it dawned upon me how this game plan secures no victory, no touchdown, no bliss. Perhaps it is with age, that we distant ourselves from the calamity of social circles, fearing the worst of being a lone ranger. We listen, but we do not speak. Even if we do, we talk tete-a-tete. Many tete-a-tetes amongst different personas discussing the highly exaggerated (by then) subject. Oh boy, do we not wish to excel as well academically as we do fabricating the truth?
It is ironic however, that I refuse to stand on either grass despite one may look greener than the other. I do not need a further example of how I am a walking contradiction with this post. Even if a gun were to be pointed, I'd rather be shot. A recurrence of different leads is a probability that isn't worth jumping off the fence.
And when that happens, don't worry, I wouldn't expect Ben E King's song to play.
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