I Was Not Here

I don't know where I was, I don't remember. It was the day after, the last December. So many celebrate, I simply sit and wait, don't underestimate, or masturbate, just contemplate. All around me I see so much unnecessary guilt-ridden drama, might as well be in a coma, living life like a comma. Lost in a pause without cause or any depth of reason, from season to season, while their leaders treason, abandoned disseizin, pray for a savior instead of behavior that change their lives. Accepting their fate as if it is too late to survive. As if they are in a car that someone else drives. But even knowing better, to share all we can do, is hope for the one who who will share to arrive.

Are you there?

Narf :)