i hoplessly, endlessly wonder why. everything is lost, a somber toss of peace into the fray. No light of day to guide me down the wondering paths that once lead us, fed us on dreams and aspirations. when it happens, it happens fast. winds change. tides turn. yet, as if in a fit of unconscious reverie , my pen continues to flow. a constant stream of thought. endlessly slipping truths wrapped in lies, endless lies wrapped in crisp undeniable truth. broken thoughts .... good intentions .... half lives lived untill they fade to black.