There comes a time, when I look back at everything and wonder . . . . . . purpose, reasoning, why . . . . . why is everything so . . . . .
Often do I see the shadows surrounding . . . . . . tension, slowly building . . . . . .
I hope in the end, I am strong in my path, to never lose sight of my reality . . . . . even as I am on my last breath, and in thought, on my final run . . . . . . . . my mind . . . . . . . remember
Raze Drake
