The echo of your affection still lingers,
the mist of times gone by,
A chapter in my life pressed the pages
of my life.

The seeds are planted and our fate written out,
only to be washed away like footprints
in the sand,
But I am I phased?

Not Really. No.

So cliche is my newly written fate,
as i look back of past convosation,
and vent my feelings through the written word.
Am i all that open minded?

I am to walk this world alone,
To run from my fears,
To drift to pastures new,
And grow.

Until It comes apparent that I am,
my own person,
To leave my past, defient.
No regrets.
No fear.


So this is my message to you.
Fate might make a turn for the worse,
but grab life and wear it on your sleeve,
because how likey is your existance?
Just.
Grow.