Kory Bassett

English 1010-21

April. 12. 2017

Bipolar Thinking

I look outside but my perception is limited by

the surrounding scenery. Its a place of industry

developed on the corruption of my peers. I

fight my way through a new age of education

where a degree is proof of a better man. No

one is here to stop me other than Mr. Franklin

himself. Staring back at me like a troubled child

staring down towards the floor. All innocence

stripped from their soul, only left with a feeling

of pure unadulterated hopelessness. A

towering blockade of finance taunting me like a

Mountainous behemoth. Feeling like that of a

confidant, my own secrets trapped within

myself. Life wont hold my hand but I cant let it

stop me either. My goal can be seen from

where I stand, not to give attention towards the

crater that stands between us. My only choice

is to leap! I stop. I must think of the choices Im

about to make. There are consequences and

Im running out of time. I face my screen as if it

were a jury. I expect a response or some

guidance as to where to go next. It would just

be wasted, unable to penetrate my ignorance. I

seek assistance though I never take it. My

inability to study shows my incompetence. It

sounds awful, but Im the happiest Ive ever

been.