Monday, March 12, 2007

Spring life

Having lived and not loved,
Having lived and not explored,
Having explored and not realized,
Having lived and not been in the change of seasons,
Is not having lived at all.
Life is in it's spring
The winter is a memory of wasted days among wasted men and women.
I return to my innocence.
I return to claim what is mine.
Destiny beckons.