The Caustic Habits of the Earth-bound Human

A strange coincidence happened yesterday as I was walking home. I was thinking about something I'd mentioned to a friend, that sometimes I wonder if I'll ever reach a point in life when I stop moving from mistake to mistake. There was a lyric going over and over in my mind, one written by Sage Francis, that goes:

"I do my best to reject patterns 'til it hurts, every second making bad turns for the worse."

That was about when the song came on through my earphones, glittering my mind with a sensational moment in time.

Strange, as I was on my way home, after doing something I hadn't done in a while, hadn't wanted to do until recently, hadn't even considered until I'd arrived there.