the balls always make it in the nick of time to do what they're supposed to do. they never stopped. perfectly timed. perfectly ordered. a small space on such a big planet where it all works out...
we get stuck like a dummy token in the turnstile slot. we get caught between metal bars and beeping lights, badges rushing towards us, people staring now...
there are those that keep you going. causes to consider, money to give. there are people that are dummy tokens that'll end up costing you more than the 2 dollar ride. goals take years. learning never stops. sometimes you find yourself rolling down stairs, and when you get to the bottom, you take the first step back up and ignore the little pain to step number 2...
there are no ghosts here. i've stopped inviting them. i don't see them on train rides or at the bus stop. don't run past them when climbing hills. just me trying to be that ball that never stops, makes it to the right place at the right time to do it all over again...
you can find plenty of excuses to not live your life. there's the love affair you dive into knowing it's a wrong way turn. the psuedo friendship with strings attached that end up being ropes around your neck...
get up. wake up. be real. find real and know it.