Essay In Idleness

The time is 4:21 am.
I sit spellbound and morally detached, vitalizing the voracious nature of my virility. Where one might be wise enough to dub this moment as 'synchronization with oneself', i call it tuning myself in with the "vox populi". I take this time to reconsider my motives and to evaluate my future stratagem. A rendition as it is, it is imminent that the rationale molding in my mind serves its purpose - to serve the incitement of my kin.
The ideas form of their own accord and i sit there falling deeper and deeper into the never ending abyss of ambiguity. Finally, i see hope spread its wings in the form of an angel, so unlike the Faustus contradiction, which helps me return to this mortal world rigged with delusions and moral dilemmas. That 'hope' helps me realize that whether i have a chaste bond or an implied acquaintance it matters not. I survive so that my fellow compatriot can survive.