The clock keeps ticking and it doesn't stand still; if the thunder doesn't get us, then lightening will. Strength is not found in the fertile lands or cozy evenings; it is to be hewn out of stark rock faces and fragmented mind. There is no halfway between dawn and dusk; the journey has to be travelled step by step and with pride. Your path may not be theirs and your sky may not be the same; nor your world their world though you share in that a matrix of dreams. I stretch my wings to fly and flutter upward to the light; off into the azure sky and how I yearn for that delight! I’m older now and wiser too and know the vengeance due; but it matters not for I am changed and my heart’s not dead, just rearranged.