25 April 2012
The way the wind blows through the trees at night, Putting an edge on those chilly days, Making it's own path through the obstacle's that lie ahead.
I shall do that, make my own paths, I shall not follow in the tracks of someone else, But I shall lay the footprints for others to trace.
It may sound regal and imposing, But to me it's life, I was my past, I am my present, and I will be my future.
These are the paths I choose.
Paths • Opuss № I