Why must time prevail as the ultimate unraveller of fate? it seems no one can bring her quicker only work towards her as a man works to build a bridge. How becoming that she should taunt us lovingly with the desire needed to snatch her up eventually. All I'm trying to do is just live out my destiny.
In everything I go through, there is the constant reassurance that my mind knows what do to, where to go. In a world of self doubt it is the thing that I know, that drives me on, insisting that someone listen to the heartbeat of humanity.