I know now there is no one thing that is true - it is all true

Good Bye, Cruel Reality

Good bye, Cruel Reality, I'm going to leave you now, and wander for a time, aimlessly, in another cycle, another existence, another me.

Perhaps it is that I have lost something. They say, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." But what of the loss? What of the shattered illusions of the idealistic visionary who throws his all into this glorious quest?

Who is to comfort him when he falls? Where, in fact, can he land?

All too often hopes are destroyed by being pursued.

Is it any wonder why there are so many bitter people? Even an idealist can break when flogged too often.