How scary could middle age be? I guess no one is spared that fear, the one of being left behind in a mindless race that is heading nowhere.
“Although I can never seem to understand,
Within these unoccupied moments are the curses of indecisiveness
Which devour upon this good man, my potential and intellect, if there’s any,
Until I'm left ushered to the hands of fate entirely,
Devoid of a spirit or ability anymore –
A lethargy that takes the better part of me,
Leaving me in a state of refractoriness and a loner
So terrible that it completely devours me, within these confines of seclusion”
- Jay
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