so in conclusion part two

So i think i need to clarify so of my thoughts for people, so they get what i mean.

cause to some people i seem like a cynic, just seeing shit at every turn i take.

but that's not it in the least (even sometimes that turn of phrase makes no sense, but any who)

what i mean is, well to put it in words some people could get is, i can see the curvature of the earth, while still standing on the ground.

i can see the stream of time, for i exist outside of said stream.

and when i try to enter said stream, i am either rejected, or aloud in only for small dips, never to bath for extended periods of time in its warm eddies, or to feel its cold waves wash upon my body.

only catching the spray and mist she creates as she soldiers on upon her ceaseless march towards eternity.

and what makes it worse, is no one else can see the plight i am in due to they exist in the stream. they are part of her whiles and whims and turns and dips. and they think i exaggerate my place, yet i can see theirs clearly. the answers to the problems of life, but no one ever hears me due to the fact is, i have no place in the stream.

I'm not one of the fish who explore her hidden currents.

i am not one of the crustaceans who dwell upon her riverbed, feasting on the treasures of the deep within her.

nor am i one of the sharks who are privileged to eat of her full belly to their hearts content.

i am not either the fisherman who gets to net up and sell the bounty of her denizens,

or one of the ones who tries to stop the gluttony of said fishing men.

alone

i am the air the flats on high, never mixing with her

only pumped to her depths, to have her spit me out in small quantities over time. feeling her spray upon high, but never truly a part of her.

and this is what brings me to one of my many conclusions.