A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much