By who's definition?  I could be gone or beaten but I've chosen to keep moving,better late than never? My life can't and doesn't move at the same speed, I'm just not conventional.By what standards must I live? There's been a lot of adversities I've had to muffle through , who knows of these silent wars ? No one has asked I haven't bothered to tell.

These are real things . This is the weight of holding things , they have won I have lost . But I haven't given up.  I've lost so much to get so little, it's almost endless, i still have direction I still have drive.

What if I have been in need of a friend too? To be one and to have?