An ode to the Wastrel

While i sit and spend my time writing this blog,i realize it is a ploy that my mind has devised to rescue the expended soul to rise up from the bleary dominions of complacency. The fall though sudden was expected, the mental faculties seem fine, but have begun unionizing to delay the process of a recovery. The machines seem to have stopped functioning cause i no more hear the noises that accompany them.

It seems like somebody has been stealing time, the losses have accrued over time, though bankruptcy is still at a distance. The time has arrived for the lord to awake from the spell of Rip Van Winkle, and save his castle from the marauding highwaymen, who have been staking their claims on it for long.

O' Wastrel, how thy reached this state, i plead, step out of this dark forest and drown yourself into the winding stream of sunlight.