Circumspecte

Pitch dark. Either way you look at it, that's all it is. Black, dark, uninteresting, uninspired. You move your head to the right and you might as well stay in your initial position, nothing's changed. How ever did you come upon the depths of the Mariana trench? Professor A. certainly wasn't kidding when he said it was the lowest point of the earth. But even he hadn't the slightest idea of just how low it gets. Battered and torn. Tattered and forlorn. A misguided grin creeps upon your face. It wasn't always like this. Far from it. At one point, you were riding high, soaring to the skies.  Believed you'd landed among the stars.  And then, like all the others, you never saw it coming. Scorn reinstated. And oh, what the downthrow it was. Out flew the self-respect, in seeped the conceit To hell with the morals, who's even thinking values? In that vacuum greed and self-satisfaction took seed And boy, what a party they threw! Eventually, it appeared on the...