Anomalistic Pilgrimage

I see my road like a battlefield. Excessively indecisive; decisions like turbulence. Slow death I feel coming. Sometimes floating in the clouds of indecisiveness can be restorative for me as I enjoy being in the floaty state: that feather-light feeling as you gently float down the liffey. In order for this condition to take place, you will need... TIME. Everybody tells me that time is crucial especially when in need for decisions. Seize the time and use it shrewdly; that it may bestow you upon more time frames for the next decision(s) in line. Time is short and blah, blah, blah. For which I distress cos I always believed that time will never run out in my dreams. I am a dreamer, an odd dreamer in fact that dreams with the eyes open. Which explains the short attention span I guess. However, this allegiant creed has recently showed its flaw that gave me quite a smack. The impact was so great that it stormily pulls me into this silent space as I watch my surroundings go by nonchalantly; that entice the stench of fear.

The word: clueless (klls)