I don't like to start like this - just jumping in, running, splashing the day about in bits and pieces.. I want clarity, serenity like glass, a ceiling to break, a moment to take the time to make sure the words rhyme...

   How does one move forward? What thoughts motivate the lift of the feet, the click of the hand to decide how to translate what's inside you? Another law to abide to when you wake, you mistake that happiness is a normal thing to fake..

and then you wonder, how am I to live the world? My intentions are pure if I get something out of it. There'll be enough money to make me proud of it.