living with the strange old ghosts
fearful of their own shadow
fretting at the world around them
dancing in the murk and waiting for the worst
oh well it is not as I intended but lest I shall lie down and allow
the same old beast of burden to upon my soul prowl
I remain in the shroud of indifference to fear
I will not play dead as the world moves
I will seize every moment and squeeze all the juices
feel them run, fresh and cold down my neck and through
onto my breast and run like a child naked and free
Onward! the path is never laid out you must carve your own road and employ your own destiny.
