another year comes to an and, and another year starts up a new. Constant things tease to change with the flows of time, but still they remain indifferent to the crash of the waves. They say the hardest part of life is sticking to it, I say the hardest part of life is when to pull the plug. I would like for once where my life followed my plans, and not the plans of the cosmos. Taunting me with delights of the flesh and soul, but yanks them away at a moment's notice. My heart yearns for companionship, buy is feed rations of dried up, out dated M.R.E.s of promises hard to keep. Optimistic reasons to help others, regardless of getting some help when needing it. Constantly running a foul of life's jagged cliff face or small wonders. Harsh winds forcing my sails to run me aground, on an island with nothing for any source of food. Me against the world that I know, the bell just rang, and every one's in the worlds corner. Time for yet another round.
