Too Many Aversions

Conclusions should be drawn, but, I have forgotten the words to the most relevant song; and frankly, I just can't care that much any more for all that I've come to abhor. Perhaps it is all part of the experience of being me, that is, to act as myself; for who else could I possibly be? If anyone were to join in I'd welcome them to do their part, with open arms and a willing heart. But, let it be known: I tend to prefer possibilities - ideas and dreams - over stifiled assurities. Stories over facts. Seldom travelled trails over straight iron tracks. So... at the shore once again I stand. Gazing upon the waters, pulling away. Pondering, if life truly has a plan, and what, if anything, matters day to day. The spirit is so silent that the heart feels completely alone, yet wondering whose voice it is in the wind passing with a divine groan... I cannot yet draw my conclusions, though, perhaps someday I may recall the words of the Song; finding, I care more for where I am going than for where it was that all went wrong.