Macbeth' s Ilusion vs reality

A Confrontation of Sorts Sitting. Not knowing where I’m going in life, not knowing anything of my future, or what I am or can make of it. Unsure of why I’m even sitting on this bench, or how I got here. My destination after this bench is all chance. Chance and random occurrences, those completing the story of my life. Sitting. Funny people pass my way. It’s interesting really, the people you …

…ll keep an open ear to the wonderful trash man. But what can I do until then? Just continue my boring day out of what ‘til this point had been a boring life. The anxiety of my purpose and future are gone, somewhat calmed by the visit of myself. So I shield my face from the biting wind, and watch the people pass; doing one thing I kno for sure I’m good at. Sitting.