the curse of a middle class upbringing…
not having the proper guidance to attain your thirst for knowledge.
“a job is good enough”…
and so the soul lies awake at night watching in fitful dreams anothers’ reality…
so i get there on my own at a late date when everyone else has passed by…
forever the outsider looking in…
squeezing into the crowd but never fitting in…
not wholly a part of your own reality…
not enough a part of your dream…
