More gossip…

Dreeeeeam…., dream… dream… dream… mmmm

Dreaming all the way to work last week, hearing silly jokes being cracked on radio I was realizing that my time on earth is running out real fast. It doesn’t even seem that I’ve lived as long as I have. A couple of more decades is probably all that I may have left. Am I actually living my life or saving it up for no reason? Sacrificing so much for what?
To think that I don’t have the pleasure of spending even a single day of the week in exactly the manner that I want to; to think that I have so much control and so little time and authority to do what I really want to; to think that folks without even a first degree are better off than I; to think that I am hardly more than a single soul just walking around through an extract of time; to think that I will die and never be remembered; to think that I have nothing to make me proud of; to think, to think and to think… until it is time to get off and join that miserable cob web of life and to realise that there is nothing more that I can do than think….