In every wake I'm awakened, I venture an aimless path and this life is getting old. 
- A hollow mass I can barely fill. Fortune does NOT favor the bold. 
- Praying for forgiveness before turning in each night...an opportunity, just one more chance to again make things right. 
- Once a life in the palm of a hand, seeming gently to be held...but with realization of current mishaps, again it's fulfillment failed. 
- A boundless void more painful, than any eye can see. Yearning for belonging, my placement that now, only used to be.