Times change, people don’t. Keep on making the same mistakes over and over. Feel like the last one to leave the party, again? Or is it even worse this time? It does not get better. Concentrate and you just might feel your soul leaving your body. What is left? A body that pulls a mind along for the ride. Heavy though the weight may be you will manage. Tell your self you can cope. Convince using reason and logic that will put a mathematician to shame. Like a worker ant that does without thought, following the same well worn path every day. Final destination back in the nest only alone. In the zone. Want to be left alone, guilty on all counts. Tension mounts. What becomes of the shell? Wither away slowly and eventually die. Or is it about time to wake the fuck up?