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

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,

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

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

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

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

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

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

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much