I mocked my monotonous world.
I despised the folks around me.
I wanted better.
I deserved more, I thought.
But when the thickest fog hid the same old monochrome sunshine from me, I woke up.
It was too late.
Isolated and haunted by my past avarice, I floated in the mist of regret and searched for the clock of hope among the clocks of vengeance.