"written in the stars"

       
       
       
       
    they'd always say, "god" doesn't make mistakes...."; I'd always think- "what is this place?" those long ago "yesterdays" I'd never think I'd think of death so much and in such a way that I do now adays....        
       
  life certainly prepares one- one way or another for that final day.... the way one used to fear that expiration date-all the things one must go through/tolerate....now.... it all makes so much sense to embrace- even if it means no more "sense of wake" in any state....        
       
this place here and now- it makes one want to stay far away- withdrawl from a realm, where one hardly wants to participate; one evades; stories of old and new- showing you- who you more or less can relate to and their fate- senerios between the worst and best cases-on one or another different stage....        
       
 like a pitcher of lemonade- even when one can manipulate the pulp(things from within or outside of self that may "hender" you from "success" on any level(hypothetically)within the lemonade to seperate- livelihood still aggravates....        
       
  my only "dream" is to escape.... my only dream is to escape; all I see are multiple cubicles of "work" and "play"; all I see is coexistence and autonomy in a cage.... with illusions of freedom- where one can create ways to escape....        
       
there's a certain way- to manifest a reality one think one wants depending on how one behaves- or so they say.... some say this is a test- while others see different levels of imprisonment- can't say I disagree- because the "human body" is a prison where there's only one way to leave....        
       
melancholy is what I feel- but I'm fully aware of the many reasons why i feel this way....