Scuddling Rats

Again I wander, viewing the view of hungry souls with little to no goals except the quest to quench the thirst for money.

Freedom.

When is one truly of their own nature?

Able to nurture their own eager mind.

Blind to the cursed quest.

Don’t shy or wry for we all buy into ideals of past lives.

Disconnect from previous knowledge and view from your very own pew.

Find the ones that stick out, and stray from the middle.

For life is but a riddle made never to be solved.