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Im overwhelmed by how under whelming my days have become
feeling whelmed by the complacency and mundane passing of the hour
become uncomfortable in the comfortable and predictable nature of my schedule.

Im over being undertaken by time
and overtaken by age as my youth fleets continually along with the
drive and desire I once had.

The young dream dreams and Ive dreamt but my dreams have ceased to dream of the future and have now become mere memories of the past.

I dream of who I once was
hopeful for the hope I once had
dreaming of the dreams I once dreamt
viewing visions of a better me
but for right now THAT person
that successful person
that happy person
that content person
thats not me.

Im unsatisfied with the satisfaction meant to come with a schedule thats booked
because an agenda thats full of unsatisfactory and unfullfilling content is just that

unsatisfactory and unfilling

leaving me dissatisfied and empty
and continually longing for fulfillment
devoting myself fully to looking for a filling purpose
begging my Garmin for directions and destinations
crawling slow and steady to the fork in the road with no foreseable right way

I want to walk, I want to run, I want to stand up
but for and to what?
Garmin cant lead me if I dont have any place to go

A man who has found nothing worth dying for...?

hmm, well I want to live