We express the same things but with different words

I walk down the desolate road, a lonely yet comforting feeling engulfs me. Why am I walking? Where am I going? Questions come and go from my mind like the cars passing by on the street. I continue to walk. I find an opening in the forest along the road which seems to call my name, my legs obey the command and bring my body to the clearing. The sky rumbles, clouds begin to blot out the sun but that doesn't stop some rays from pushing through the milky sheen and hitting the ground around me. I trek through the shades of greens and browns only led my my curiosity and intuition. I can sense a opening…an exit…It begins to rain…The ominous sounds of the forest ignite a slight fear in the back of my mind. I continue forward, pushing through the dense greenery. I’m not sure why I don't turn back, the conditions get worse yet I subconsciously press on. Is it my curiosity for what lies ahead? Or my thirst for adventure? I dismiss both questions as I near what seems like an exit…or is it just another illusion…only time will tell.

Bright and early for the daily races; Going nowhere, going nowhere

My eyes snap open startled by the familiar tone, its time to begin yet another day laden with repetitious actions. I struggle to find motive to get out of bed. I lay there…cold almost thoughtless when the only thing keeping me going comes in the form of a text message. I get to my feet… pushing through the bitter chill I walk to the shower which seems to be radiating the alluring promise of warmth. I jump in. Warm droplets of water cascade around my body making their way to the drain where they are seemingly lost forever. I watch them fall into the holes, but no matter how many recede into the drain the continuous stream of water never seems to let up. Breaking from my reverie, I regain track of time and exit the shower to put the day into full motion. With each step I take I deduce that its another I will retrace the following day. The next few hours go as routine, we all are slaves to a system integrated by all knowing and “wiser” individuals. The bell rings, we get up and go, the bell rings again, we don’t question it. Why would we? its a system we are all entranced by, it gives us safety, order and the promise of getting out at the end of the day. It’s in human nature to seek the stable and not to question what gets us through the day semi content. So why should I be any different? What makes me so special? I’m not, I leave my seat when the bell rings just like everyone else simply because there is no other choice, its the way things are ran and like it or not I'm imprisoned just like the rest of them. I don’t mind though…when that bell rings I know I get to see my reason for pushing through it all, the only reason I’m not insane right now. The minutes pass by like seconds and I once again find myself forced to learn about the mundane and the uninteresting. Then the familiar tone sounds once more. I gather my belongings and head forward to the promise of happiness and peace with the one I love. However I know I'll be back…none of us can stop the routine…we are all victims and and we are all participants…some enjoy it, others dread it, all we can do is find a vice to get us through the strenuous day…I found mine…did you find yours?