Bright Spectrum

The wayward days have slipped through my fingers. Lets hope that its a permanent scenario which intends to stay. Gone are the days where I covet the unworthy. So now its you, then there's me. You and me is a fiasco of the yesterday's peril. I must admit, wrong place, wrong time. Oh and wrong state of mind.

So blindfold's off, standing before me, flesh and blood of mediocrity. Unique? Hmmm... Entrapping? Booby traps maybe. One of a kind? Must have been blind.

Hugh Hefner's mansion is the next destination. Manipulated puppet has finally found his cranium. The prodigal boy has come to his senses that certain flowers are poisonous, and aren't meant for the picking. Be my guest, I've called it quits.

The worthy do not need to flaunt their worth. Its the unworthy who fail to see life's worth. I enjoyed every bit of the adrenaline moment that kept me intrigued, but ride's over and its time to get off. Life calls for much more, encores aren't neccessary. Every experience is significant in its own way, I want all of it. Take a bow.

Alice grew up, so did Wonderland.