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.