A Rareity.

Money is short, but someone's pockets are lined.
Although, my pockets are empty most of the time.
It never ceases to amaze me how I waste my time, and the money I've earned and taken, with thanks, from my job, and those I love.
It's a joke.
Good grief, I've given up so much of my time, and so much that I've earned in the sake of escaping what I've ran from for so long during my days on this earth.
The world.
There's no escaping reality, no matter how much fiction I watch on the t.v.
No matter how many different books I read.
No matter how much I do of anything.
I've given up on giving up;
it's time to learn, and grow, and improve
my very being, to uproot my very conscience;
to provide my soul with a tourniquet, and to up the dosage of fresh air and lovable memories.
For purposes unbeknown before this very day, this very minute,
I have tried to turn a cold shoulder on life.
Now, it's time to come out from the inside,
and ride my bike.
To play my instrument of choice.
To keep a steady hand in endeavors from a moral, obligatory, and financial standpoint; in all different manners and aspects of my life.
Time to keep a straight course, to plan, budget, and succeed.

Time to grow up a bit.