Rambling

I ought to write something

to express myself

to write is to think

thinking is what makes me feel human

like I exist

I should not ramble

but that is all I have

my mind, a jumble of incoherent thoughts

I think of time, how fast it scape's

I fear of dying with an unfinished life

to die young is tragic

but to die old, yet unlived is a catastrophe

I measure life in accomplishments

these days you can be nothing, short of brilliant

in anything

You cant just be good

you have to be god

even in madness

you have to be spectacular

you see, life is so difficult.