As the moon rises high I think of the future and the times gone by. The times of fury and the times of dread.there is no such sorrow as that of things never done and never said when the time was right. We live in the past and have only glimpses of the future yet still we ask why our lives lead us not where we want to go. decide your own destiny for the past is gone and forgotten only the future lies ahead and waits for you as a pradator stalks its prey, so make your choices wisely for death is always lurking on the horizon.
so many choices so little time
September 10, 2011