To where is your fortune,
When you're lost at the same time.

We all have wondered far enough where this will all go. Some people have been searching for some answers that will never satisfy their thinking that's why they're never contented. And as it goes, it never ends. That's why they won't stop the hunt.

Selfish are we? Yes. We all are. At the very moment that you thought you've been thinking about the welfare of others you give everything just for them. Or so you thought. It is a dismay that when you give your  love to someone, they will not love you back. But thus they will only love their selves more than you have. And love you did because you wanted to be loved. A selfish trait that we never fail to show.

A doubt of the depths of what you and I have. A despair that can never be sorrow nor faith. The deafening  sound of silence that you can never withdraw from this world. And so noise will be more disturbing than the other, what a pity that we  all live in the burdens chest. 

Stretching your limits? Nah, it will all be just a waste of your time. This world, will never have content. It will always scream for more. Then before you know, all the more you search, the more you'll have nothing.

In the end we will all go back to where I all started. All will go back to the basics. Apart and applauded by ones self. A friend of a pen and a paper. Then thoughts will overflow.
And it will never stop as you go.

We don't write the things that we can say, we write the words that we cannot utter because we know that it is only yourself who can understand your own words. 

Interpret how you live with wisdom because it has been waiting long enough to be used. 

Speak your mind before it's all too late.