Sunday, October 24, 2004 Standing tall in the horizon He looks over and ponders As the wind carresses his face With the drums of the beating waves
What he seeks in life is yet unknown What he sees is the future, a blur This confused being facing the world Thinking of great expectations
This game he's been playin has gone a step beyond his knowledge Emotions are on the line Not knowing what the outcome's gonna be
He continues to think, strong and hard Not wanting to fall into a deeper rut The wind that was carressing his face No longer a comfoting feeling
The chill sends shivers down his spine The beating of the waves seems even more thundering The comfort he's once held seems dolorous He's awaiting the cruel hands of fate for instructions
The game he's been playing seems one sided The other players oblivious to the ploy Frustration and emptiness beyond the point of tolerance He questions the very essence of his intentions
And he awaits for the fate that has been written by that one divinity Hoping things will go back to normal The game, and the distractions he's been dealing with Will fade away to nihility...