Limbo

The phase of being lost . being unaware of yourself in complete awareness . Being stupid being naive and yet growing up in timeless time bound manner. It has been quite a while this way. The profoundness of which has crept in so deep that it chooses to stay in way the rebel continues to persist . To make a way of nothingness exists. The need to belong the urge to escape. Where do I stand for nothing seems to be absolute to hold on. Is it real or some limbo where I am astray. Who is to believe and who to doubt. No wonder it ain't easy. Too much to gain . what is to lose? Or is it a matter of balance. I am here yet lost in transition. I have a plan yet I wander in search. I dream of something and realize of the things I am unaware of have been in me all along. I am to unravel deep into an endless abyss. Its just me but yet I long for someone to be somewhere around.
That emptiness where the need to know to explore to understand to believe to decide to discover to deduce to desire blend into one is where I am spinning . The mystery of imagination and reality never cease to shock me and leave me in yet another dilemma . It is as still as the deep waters of the deepest of oceans and yet torrential to shake me up from deep within. Why do I do what I do and why do I don't what I got to do. ? It only makes sense as if I was sent to wander and search just be left behind by my own self.