Going back is a privilege Only a memory has. Though what is to come Holds so much more promise Than the shadows of the past. The blinding lights of the future Certainly hold uncertainty. I trust in my decisions I indecisively make. I tiptoe through mines Of bankruptcy and heartache With no promise of an easy life, A happy ending, Or a forever after. But fear not, I shall - I tire of recurring dreams anyhow.
I've been neglectful. But hopefully I will be submitting more material. Miss you all!