Ninety Percent

Ninety percent of those I have loved are dead, ninety percent of those I have disliked are dead also. Ninety percent of my life has been spent travelling to find new places. Ninety percent of those places I have left with no regret. Ninety percent of my life I have wasted, ninety percent of what’s left is now taking a nap. A memory of anything real is ninety percent wrong. A recollection of one thing is usually a ninety percent reflection of something else. I have learned that ninety percent of what I know is ninety percent false. I have more to tell I am ten percent sure but ninety percent of you all don’t care anymore.