Never ending pages to pieces. Time heals if we are real. Truth carries us along. I thought one day I would crack the code. I listened close for the click, but then the panic sets in.
Maybe there is no answer and we walk with constant questions. Moments gone without a word. No play backs or second guesses. We are the chances we take. Scratches and scars they mark us, better than the disheartened.
Wandering for wonder. Knowing that I cannot be as I am tomorrow today. It is tricky. We knew that all along, but for some silly reason I thought we are entitled a break. No such thing as luck, it is our ambition leading our never to give up.