I am Your Sunshine

Once again, my biological clock has fallen into the middle of the Pacific, but for a purpose, on a mission, or so I told myself. Tender yet crisp strokes on a acoustic guitar, voice like murmur hauntingly lingering in the midair of a daft and still and pale afternoon. Pale and lifeless, by no mean serene afternoon, moisture hovering next to and all around me. Glancing at the song and it is sure as shit.

I was sure as shit. I am. But when I contemplate it, the thing is, even if I’m uncertain, do I have any alternative? And I gradually realized, the meaning of the words crept in and slowly took form, what she meant by taking a chance, a gamble I’m making. I’m at a corner. An ultimatum is not even an option. A simple, with a sad look, “it’s out of my hand” is sufficient to have me beaten. Sure, I can give myself an ultimatum but what then? Any alternative is unattractive, unthinkable. So why bother change anything? But how much longer do I have to stay in this perpetual state of waiting?