A generation of sensory overload. The standard existence of todays youth.

We can't deal with anything so we try and take on everything while actually doing nothing.

We have perfected this concept, recreated it an then perfected it once more.

So please, credit where its due, thanks.

It's obvious that there are some exceptions to the rule.

Some managed to jump on the other life boat, the one that went the correct route back to shore.

These people avoid the rest of us.

They hide in libraries and go hiking on their weekends.

While we are trying to chemically alter the reality we live and reach a new level of misanthropic being, they are exploring the wonders of history, nature and space.

I've tried this once.

It required too much drive and in return gave very little in the field of immediate reward.

That's they key.

The song from Charlie And The Chocolate Factory once again rears its head;

"I want the world, I want the whole world".

Silver platter and all!

BUT i don't particularly want to lift a finger.

So if you don't mind just passing it over to me kthankyou, then I wont cause a ruckus when my time comes to walk through those fiery gates.

Oi! Larry! God! Mohammed or who ever the hell you are! Give me some kind of break here champ! I'm clutching at straws but each one keeps shrinking!

I'm not sure this is what i signed up for.

What's the number for the ombudsman of life? I've got 10 bucks that says it's not a toll-free 1800 number, which means my credit-less phone is once again rendered useless against this horridly cruel situation.

I guess every one has their search.

Their inner quest for knowledge or chocolate or oil or whatever they please.

Without these lifetime long journeys we would not be human.

The people who disregard this pure fact of life are nothing but confused and fearful souls.

It’s not about where you land but the way you flew, fell and glided there.

It's about those small exchanges of simple words with a stranger on the street.

It's the glow that fills your body when you make a new friend.

These silent pleasures are what shape us and make us all unique and strange.

I know it's going to be okay.

I know I'll find the oil-lamp destine to light my path.

I know this because I still enjoy these small, special pleasures of life.

With my jail cell bedroom, straight jacket blanket and dill sergeant TV screen, it's a battle to just get out of the house.

"Sleep is my drug, My bed is my dealer and the alarm clock is the police".

I'll keep marching on, left foot right foot, till I cease to exist.

I mean hey, isn't that the story of life?