These Murky Depths

Sometimes when you can see just how far the road goes on for, you just want to stop. Find a warm place to rest and remain.

We don't though. Why I'll never know. We don't stop we continue trudging down the way.

We spend our lives trudging, trudging.

I'm so sick of people: Bitching about making those more disciplined than them more money. Bitching about where they are but doing nothing about it. Not realizing that when they complain about their own stupidity they just look stupid.
Never realizing the limits of their own power. Assuming everyone was created to make their day.

Apathy sinks into me.

I drown.