26 years have passed and I am as usual blank when it comes to pen my thoughts on a piece of paper or anywhere....so "as usual" let me quote something "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next ". My state is currently the same and I am like that unfinished verse looking for that rhythmic end or a rhythmic start in my life.....and that’s my question today when will it start...26 years have gone by???????
Jumping boats, running here and there with no direction in my life I have failed to find myself safely grounded.......and still I am lost like a vagabond.
"Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me"
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