I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening. In my family and friends I have discovered treasure more valuable than gold.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

Only time will tell if it was time well-spent

Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?

Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.

When reality looks too ugly, fantasize.