Angles of life revolving around doors that spin in circles clenching onto the brass handles trying to hold on. There's something still there, but what ? My hope will not faulter my yearn to love will not die. The journey is too short yet long. When will my flesh be content before the day it shrivels into the air? The sun is bright the air is warm, not a worry in the world until the clouds come and fade it away. What more can a mortal do except watch the view. So many dreams, so many destinies, I long for more and more. Its good to feel what is free, touch it feel it because soon it will be me. Turn the corner and don't look behind for love, its power will never die.