The future lies ahead in a haze. The winding road shortens, as the question remains. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, Hours turn to days. Within the sparkling flicker of a moment, All hope can be lost, or all dreams can become reality. If only the choice were that simple.
Life is a stream of endless pain and insecurity.
Randomness increase with each breath exhaled. Matter changes but never disappears. Simplicity has never been an option, Nor will it ever become one. Consequences follow each footstep, like The shadow, a prisoner of the human body. Regret is for the weak, so with each step remain true.