thinking and thinking (draft 1)

Lately I've come to feel that there isn't much left in the matters of originality or discovery in this world. That all of the potential in humanity has been expended. We've been here too long, we're reaching a point of stagnancy. Post-post-post modernism? What is this shit anyway. It's all be done before, we all feed off one another, taking parts to make a 'new'. I myself have tried many things only to find that I'm a jane of all trades, master of none. Who can run faster than the fastest now? Legs are only meant to go so far in a certain measure of time. Monetary devices grow in worth and thus reduce humanity to slavery, and empires into ruble. As populations grow, we lose our resources. More confusions arise and there are more suicides these days than before, more angst, more of the unsure. And why is this? Maybe all the people that left this world at will have it right? We're all spent, there is nothing left. All we could possibly do now is destroy all that we've built and start again from zero. Depression has become an epidemic, the 'idea of' is contagious. I'm far too impractical for this practical world now. I've lost all if any concern for my future or what I'll be, or where I'll end up. The only place I feel sane, happy or free is in my dreams when I sleep or when I'm with you.

Fall

longing to gavlliant
on the backs of the whitest horses
through the fields where
time can't be bought