the New and the Old

As new and revolutionary ideas pass through and around, I can't help but feel that there's a place for me in this world, I believe I know what that place is and am strong on it's heels. Focus on the spirit, on the soul, on the universe surrounding us is the highest priority, for as to not ignore or miss a fleeting thought that my take us to the outer reaches and back. This is our goal, no more, no less.

Why me?

The pain of debt reaches in and sucks the last couple drops of blood from my dying heart, but at the last moment a sign of hope glimmers in the eye of the beholder. Nay, it's just a gray haired bumper coming at me from behind. That's the sweet poetry of life, when you're down and out why not kick you a few more times just for safe measure; to make sure that you take an extra few breathes before you get up and try again.

In hindsight though, it could be used to take a look at one's life and measure it to the importance of being happy; where does it fall into place, why am I destined to continue on this path of destruction?

Into the hands of time I give myself as being of space. It's time to be aware; aware of the world in which we live, aware of the choices that we make and the consequences that follow, aware of ourselves without anything else.