Lost one is in the alleys of thoughts. What you are were and want to be. Hell and heaven something given others taken. Happiness and sorrow, what you don’t have, tend to steal beg or borrow. Everything for that brighter tomorrow.
Dreams hopes and aspirations all depend on your belief and perspiration. What you do and what you don’t have all to decide the only rule is truth by which one abides. Truth of your inner voice that keeps you guiding on the dark road that you are riding. World never stops for one. It’s on one’s own to have some fun, joy that’s in the heart a raging fire driving you and you can wait to start.
Time to pick up the pieces and find yourself. Time to do what you feel is right no place for fear no chance to lose the sight, a vision that will get you to the place where you want to go – a view of the world the way you want it the way of life you see fit.
Don’t be 60 and say I did not live my life.
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