<div align="center">If pain is temporary Then when does it end? I've asked myself this question for years and for years it has remaind unanswered. Where is my pennance, my karma, my early parole for good behavior? The more I ponder, the more I realize that it's time for the wind to blow my way. Instead of kicking up the dirt that lies within my scars causing me to be blind to whatever lies ahead. Despite being filled with uncertainty and a gnawing sense of doubt. It's my future to see, whether it envelops me in joy or drowns me in sorrow. I'd like to see the road ahead and have it be my choice to cross the bridge with my head held high or jump off of the side into the icy waters of loneliness. As I step backward and look at myself from the outside in I get a growing sense that I don't belong. In my own life, or anyone elses. Perhaps next time, I should make an appointment. ------------------------------------- I had a bad day at work. </div>
