Irony is a paradox in which we all play. We mind fuck ourselves to keep a little sane. To at least try to maintain...to at least decipher the thoughts going on in our brain. Least I have to truly explain, this world is crazy. You think your a player one minute and the next your on the wrong team not even playing. Getting tossed an evolving situation with no words to say anything. With no breath to keep defending. With no heart left to keep mending.
How ironic - weren't we all at one point winning? When did the referee of life come in to confuse the game; to make matters more insane; to drown any drain we have left to filter the good from the bad? How can I tell what I should and should not have? What to keep persuing and what to finally leave in the past? I for one hope this irony doesnt last. Ironically enough, I know it always will. I'll never have all the answers, I suppose thats part of lifes thrill. I'll always be Alice with my bottle and my pill; take a sip here, pop a tab there. Too big, too small; Irony, Im to the point where I dont care. Your Wonderland of 'what if's' and 'maybe I can' have me spinning - unraveling my sanity down a hole never ending. Ironically enough, I know this is just the beginning; Im too young to simply have this as my ending. I'll faithfully follow this mysterious white rabbit hoping my future is bright enough to light the dark tunnel Im entering, because I may be here awhile. Wondering and wandering, walking miles and miles. Solo on this trip down lifes nile. And unaided by a map or a crazy mofo hatter. Still without help, I'll make it - I suppose how doesn't matter. I couldnt begin to figure it out if i wanted to. And I do but I dont. Im simply the driver and passenger, along for the ride, in the ride of my life. And truly, isn't that ironic; don't ya think?
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