My life has been a series of paradoxes.
I want success, but I love to live lazy and easy.
I want love and friendship, but I am all armed against anything possible of hurting me.
I dream of writing, but my penmanship limits my expressions.
I might as well live in this cage.
Or maybe there never was any butterfly dust in the first place. Afterall, I am no Scott Fitzgerald.
My life has been and probably will be a series of paradoxes.
