your time is up, my time is now. take your bow, and **leave** there is nothing else we can do for each other anymore. your mind is off travelling, and at a time when it should more focused than ever. i find it very, very easy to be true, but there is little truth to you. my mind is off travelling too, but i'm off charting uncharted lands. your stuck on something that once existed, something that is no longer relevant, exhausted, overworked. i've done all but cover the hole that you have dug. when you finally take your leave, once again i will roll up my sleeves, and show the world that anything is possible. there is no more you can offer, your just a little boy running around in a mans body. either you or the boy will grow tired of this, and when that day comes i hope i'm long into the future. or off to the side, distracted with my own ideas. stuff i used to, before i had to carry you. carry you along this long, dark path. i feel sorry for her. its clear that even after all these years she has failed to see your fault, your ultimate lack of care. i have been spoon fed your slanted and bias reporting on what is considered your truth. living for something that is not worth anything worth living for. take yourself seriously, before you decide its time to take life serious. retract, conserve. do something. learn. take a long hard look in the mirror. what happened to the man? the man that i respected? the man that i admired? the man i thought had the route to the most beautiful places of this fine world? that man is gone. that man is disrupted. take control, before control takes you. i can't even shake your hand, without washing mine. right now, you are a disgrace.