I'm questioning all that was and is inevitable and it places me in a state of drifting from one moment to the next.
I rise and fall with the tide, riding on the back of a great leviathian; that forever question, why? And it's taken me deeper down.
I tried to master the art of rebellion but it's a talent and by its very nature it is defiant but if you don't stand for something then you'll fall for anything; it's a saying that scratches at the back of my very being, all of the time.
I'm indignant and frustrated by the injustices of our time, at the reluctance to accept that when the book is closed, the book is closed and that there is no turning back to correct or rectify anything.
I've seen the fire on the horizon and the blood on the streets, people crying and fighting with machines, losing their lives for politicians and industries.
I've seen more and more invisible lines drawn across the world, I've seen segregation and division for the colour of a person's skin, the flag they live under or the part of this Earth they were born in.
And it's hard not to look up at the stars and wonder where it all went wrong and to question that if everything is connected and we're all made up of star stuff, how did we get to killing ourselves and each other routinely?
There's not a day that's gone by in my living memory that someone or something hasn't died for someone else's greed, anger or envy and death in itself is an atrocity that all life is forced to come to terms with some day.

I'm not always right and who am I to be righteous? I find myself on the wrong side of wrong most of the time and I can't know how this is all going to go but in the end, I hope to have lived doing my very best because I don't want to let you down; as cliche and conceited as all this must sound.

For all the horror that this life has had in store, I think I'll always want more, because when I look around its hard not to see that there is real beauty in almost everything; When the sun comes up or how the rain falls against my window; how a gentle breeze can throw the leaves across the ground that have all fallen from the trees all changing in the autumn and when the first snow falls and blankets everything in white, and how we run around throwing colourful little lights over everything and lighting fires and singing songs.
'n' call it naivety or madness but somehow we're able to raise a glass to the past and look toward an uncertain future.

No I'm not always right and who am I to be righteous? I find myself on the wrong side of wrong most of the time and I can't know how all this is going to go but in the end, I hope to have lived doing my very best because I don't want to let you down; as cliche and conceited as all this must sound, I'll shut up now.