Where It Leads Vi

I wonder, can I travel back to my old self find the way I was, come back and rearrange the shelf full of books (containing parts of my life where enthusiasm was not held back and through power of youth even as a fool I was accepted) in order to achieve normality Now don't get me wrong, insanity has it advantages (walking on a different plane of existence is always fun seeing things as they want to be is liberating mesmerizing the public by juggling letters though sometimes it is excruciating, it is the closest I've come to finding freedom and being who I really am a walking shadow singing words in writing) but where does it lead, the path I'm treading on is it predetermined, are you what you want to be or just a blade of grass left to the mercy of the wind which is no more than the 'external' influencing factors, ending up being the internal reactors that define who you are, how you tread Destiny or choice, silent obedience or finding the inner voice? Introspect, question who you are, why forget and neglect when sometimes it's easier to remember and accept... War weaving woe, we wither Hither hate hums, hereby Heaven hates humanity Ethereal entity engaging eternal enmity Reason running ragingly Enemies experiencing endless epiphanies Inducing indifference, instilling inhumanity Totally terminating truth, treachery transcending time Love lost, left lingering, life leaking loath Everyone expecting end, eluding everything All authority abandoning amnesty Death devouring divinity Silence slowly surrounded serenity, shattering souls. Notions negate neutrality, never Overlook omens, old ones or New, nether negotiating, notifying Ether emphasizing eternal embrace Majestic moments melting mediocrity Absolution abhors anarchy Youth yearns, you yield Knowingly, kneeling; Never negate normality, never Overlook, ostracize, omit War weaves woe, we wither...