A mutter, guttural.

"It's time again."

Empowerment. Une raison, en saison.

I've been waiting, waiting for so long. And I thought this moment would never come, but I was wrong.

Passing, I was told, over&over.

"Believe, when you grow old, you become cold. You stop caring because you are just so exhausted, so fed up with every and all. New encounters? More like same stories, and cookie-cutters. How dull, cliché."

It's true, hard cash. And I am heading towards that direction, heart toughened, hands frigid, headstrong.

How do I even maneuver these feelings. How do I take over the wheel of fortune. For I do not know how to steer, and the brake has been broken a while. Is it too late? Redemption code, still valid? I want to prove to myself, for my own sanity sake, that I am more than what I think am, more than my own state of flux.

Break in time, clock shattered. This prism, prison, keyed out. And all that is wasted...


A new contract, signed. Benefits, re-claimed. Life, brilliant.

I see.
So be it.