Despite what is before me, and contrary to what is blatantly laid before me, I still have an inkling that I am being deceived. The perverse sense of getting older and allowing what was once a strong belief system come to an ashen end, is leaving me with a sense of nothingness. I cannot tell where I stand now. Lost in oblivion? No, I know that is not where I dwell; but am I sure of it? Absolutely not! There are many words that are lies which live beneath their own skin, and I have a feeling that one is spoken to me daily. I may be very naive of it’s origin, but I am completely certain of which babe’s mouth it is derived from. Each day becomes a battle between repulsion and compulsion; an eternal fight between what is wanted, verses needed, and it’s reasoning of why. Is this the right path, or an off-beaten one that I encountered by accident? Is this the road to the future, or will I realize my mistake of lost missives? Maybe all of this is right. Maybe I am just the Fool, filled of doubts and insecurities. Aren’t we all? Yes…and of that I am certain.