Wisdom: The domain of the wise / by The Black Lex Luthor

I am supposed to be wise. I'm supposed be a better man. A greater "thinker" with above average skills and bright expectations. I'm supposed to be...

What could I do now, that I haven't done? I'm at odds with my self, my heart battling my mind. Always seems that I would let my heart win, but they've fought to a stalemate. Interesting and unnerving all the same, I falsify my ability to disregard and act like I don't care. Trouble is, I do, but not for the same reasons I used to...

Different man. Different meanings. Maybe I am just lost in the trouble I have found myself in. SO BRUTAL.

At least I'm creating again. That makes me extremely happy.