he is sick of it all

he is confused. the hard facts of reality threw him into a state of discomfort. life is absolutely enervating, no doubt about that. he wish he has control over everything. no one can teach him the way of life, for he knows what he wants exactly. yet, everyone needs guidance. and its annoying when the guidance doesnt match the initial plans. for immediately, he feels lost. lost in life, lost in society, lost in the tradition of what is right and what is wrong. lost in the fabricated truth, lost in the subtle propaganda, lost in the masked fronts. lost in the loved ones, lost in the people he loves, lost in the love he desires. lost in the illusion, or is the fairytale? actually, life is the word to use. he is lost. totally. fret not, for there is time to ponder. hope he will make good use of it, for time wont wait for him. it never did.