. *the *future is...a tornado of uncertain- ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is me•such power and speed, can ne- ver see•can never foretell, it's hid- den debris•like clockwork, it will make contact•by the second, bra- cing for next impact•the past is... yet another•wild winds that echo my mistakes as reminder•this twis- ter within...tearing with no remo- rse•destroying confident strong- holds, breaking feebly boarded doors•can't ease the rage...eat- en from the inside•won't stop until...my beating heart had died•the present is...only this frail little body•fighting huge battles that come incessantly •fending off the future, con- taining the past•not know- ing how long.......this disas- ter would last•but I'm still here.....still holding integ- rity......•still fighting this war waged in history's folly•will i be settl- ed? will the winds ever abate?• will i ever come to terms...? will i ever acc- ept fa t e ? •