Old faces of voices past...
Surroundings in motion change so fast...
And out of sight allows the mind to neglect...
Fate is my chariot, her wisdom my intellect...
Swiftly, days come and nights go...
Still, your presence you dare not show...
I wonder if this is predestiny...?
This surely, without a doubt, was meant to be...
Yet a feeling of steadiness fills me...
Of comfortability...
I guess?...
I must confess...
Content is the word...
In my ear spoke a little blackbird,
"What you will always need is right in front always though distractions may confuse your vision, decision and precision at the core it is your voice screaming for your attention not to ignore...treasure your gifts, rekindle old flames to engulf yourself in a world that only you may create still striving for personal feat and gain with determination your blaze behind all you do...Because the most important person in your world is you..."
