Half way from childhood and half way to death, I look at my epoch, am I too late? I advocate my deeds in my own court, I am the judge, my verdict, I wrote! I am the journey, I am the road.
Darkness is absence of light; Bondage – when no one fights, Flawed – When you are not right; Browbeaten- When there is no stride!
Our ingenuity is no different than many, Few never discovered themselves till the end; Opportunity lies in the edge and sometimes in the bend, Your expeditions never end when you stop; Never when you drift off, Sometimes you find yourself when you are lost! In the epicentre of humanity There is hope,
Half way through life I ride, With more vigour against all tide; Sanity multiplied all the way; Today it’s my sun and I make my hay!!!
