Its snowing, I'm freezing as I venture home in this storm. I went out to fullfill a promise, unsure of how I'd be found by this, I'm cold inside and out, I want to scream in pain and shout. I've become so numb, I can't feel anything, another sip, another swig to help me reach where I'm going. Its cold, I want to collapse, I'm getting number, help me past this. In my pocket some call my destiny, some hear stories coming from me. A wiseman once told me its never easy, but destiny would come to me. He never told me the name, he thinks what I deserve is maybe some fame. Who am I to question this man? Hes not my father, though he respects me, why he does this, why he listens and helps is beyond me. I will never have his eyes, be him, or see as he sees.
