Disillusioned

The new season has begun as I sit and wait for a new beginning. Time passes ever so slowly, as I wait for an answer to come, to lead me in the right direction, to go. In the news I see the political season has started. Tragedies everywhere. As I struggle to put words together to form a sentence or a paragraph or two.

All I think about is sleep, and all I want to do is sleep, but I don't feel I am depressed, I just have no drive or excitement about anything or anyone any more. As much as I love to write, I am having to force myself to do it. Everyday, I have thoughts about what is going to happen in the future, the future, I am unable to do anything about changing it. Instead, waiting for change to come to me.

It must be age, that must be it. The fact that I am getting older, and as each day passes, people around me in the world are dying. Not that hasn't happened before, but more people my age are dying, than ever before. I see it in the news or in my personal life.

I keep wanting to wake up from this dream, but it is not a dream, it is my reality. What bothers me the most is that I cannot deal with untruths or falsehoods that I have been dealing with, standing up for what is right, over what is wrong. Where it seems as if everything is backwards, where lies are presented as truth.

You see it everyday, even in the news. Where you see people claim the most god awful things are going to happen, but in reality that is not the case. Maybe, I am just tied and getting old.

Waiting for the guilty to admit the truth and face their consequences; instead of blaming it on others for what they have done.

As they say, "the truth will set you free".

We will see.

Now I wait.