A wise man once said, "I bring nothing but my Love".
He never knew that it was going to turn out like this.
How could he have known that so many of the things a
person is, relies so much upon what that person strives to be.
If anyone wants to be nothing then it seems easy enough.
Though who would ever want to be nothing when there is
so much to be? Without a goal I would seem empty,
lacking all the things that make me, me. I may seem rather
distant, though I am always aware of the destiny I travel
towards. In the mist I see the light and know that someday
I will too have to go its way. I surrender to my thoughts
as they take my pain somewhere else, making it seem okay
for awhile; but it's not, nor ever will be quite the same.
The distance that I travel may not get me to the ending,
as the end never is but something new.