That abrupt rush of blood to my head made me stiff and weak at once. How did I end up here - what kind of maneuvers got me here? I thought I was on track. I thought I knew where I was. What a blinding darkness, blended and mixed with a thick choking layer of ultimate fear. It's not fear, but the sheer absence of relevant knowledge. I had my eyes stuck on the mark. Blinkers. Yes blinkers, but I thought I passed the rightful spot. Did I? Okay, what really happened here. Rewinding a tape in a broken player will not work. The ribbon got chewed - I realized it. I had my focus stressed on the wrong footsteps. Footsteps of the blind. Land markings of large footed men on a muddy road to nowhere, footsteps. That's what I expressed my heart on with true diligence and faithfulness. That ruthless, remorseless fact of nature - you harvest after the kind of your seed. I let the ultimate slip through my fingers struggling to reach out for the immediate. That cinema view of success got starved because my eyeballs got jammed on the seats right in front. That captivating, enslaving, worthless scene you visually hold onto for years only to interrogate yourself for years why you were looking there - description of stagnancy. Splash open your mind and examine who you are following, where you are standing. Have a vision - build castles and live in the now focusing on the future. I'm glad this is a trip within my versatile mind, I am focused on the mark. Are you?
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