Sink or swim

It is no surprise that any train of thought that goes with reason is immediately defeated while the moment is passing. Often it feels like I’m running. Running from reason, I am of my own demise. At times it feels as though fate lay before me and I make dire judgements to chase it, I try to manipulate the path that should run its course; Always seeking the control of my own destiny. I chase this desire until the point where my rose coloured glasses shield any other options and fate slips away. So in hindsight this narrow minded perspective I have lands me on a hill that seems so steep. Its then I realize I’m in far too deep. Forced to sink or swim, avoiding consequence I chose to float away.