Over and yonder the man sat and pondered on whether his life could be weighed. A value to relate a life that was great, to be bought and be sought yet not paid. Time and again he said to his friend ho...
The surmounting pressure pushes me ever closer to the edge. I hold my breath and illuminate my mind with thoughts of younger days and lack of responsibility. Sunny days of barefoot climbs and swinging...
The somber realization that perhaps everyones life is sheer confusion. That the ideal that there is some perfect solution is actually just a grand illusion.