binary thinking

leads to childhood, where food fell from the sky and pixies lived in the forest. do this, get that, do that, get this what simplicity! little wonder the mind wanders towards what is easily grasped, when adult life hints at possibilities, possible what? a lotto strike brings a grin, a round of drinks for those free loader while a ill fortune brings a frowned face - why me. it could be, it may be, perhaps, tentatively brings angst to some, to others it is life refreshed with the 16 personality types each vying for life refreshed. afraid to fail, afraid of the boogey man, afraid to open pandora's box - though ignition is the surprise party that everyone loves. boredom fades does it not? that numb, dull, thud of rehearsing the same thing again each day, why i've already been here! inequality compresses the tightness, air squeezed out but those without better options can't be choosers. not like going back to childhood, more like seeing childhood with adult eyes yet remaining chained. tug, tug, tug till the elephant suddenly wakes up hrmfff it cries: i am no longer weak. yank the chain, learned helplessness comes about: when did the shift happen? a sun sets, a moon refuses to reflect the sun's brilliance, had enough of making someone else look good. then the binary options began to fall like star dust, captured in a tiny bottle where child, teenager, adult all merged into one. this could mean anything, this means you've grown up, this is whatever you want it to be.