Something in life are meant to be hold onto. Every chance, every warmth, every heartbeat that beats in unity. Chances taken under uncertain of the future, naive is the word am famous for. A nugged from the winged man, presented with a sharp end, I struck it right through me. A fitted match, a smooth walk, a tug within me. A true blessed feeling that came upon me. Skipped a little through the fields of time. A different flow, a different beat than my usual. Living by the second and the days, not by the future. Plans galore, action withold, the diversion of attention moved from the seas to the land am in. Is this what is meant to be or is time playing a fool with mankind. Please let me stop in this realm , this time, this day, this minute.
