Fools of love.
A Longer test of my future fate. Need to keep sharp, need to stay awake, or time its self will deteriorate. Why can?t I jump the gun, lead the race, and set the pace. No aging I must wait for the marksmen?s hand. I hate such things of petty lust, I see no reason for a stiff resolve, other that to keep a since of respect. Damn all thing I was raised to know, Damn the women that challenge it so, Damn myself for not wanting to know. Well know more. I see no winners in this race, fuck the flag man, I can set a pace. I?ll ask but once, and take face to the fact, but loath my warnings, I speak only what I?ve seen before. Yet torn I am between to sea?s of lies. Lies of the heart? , Lies of the Mind? Who is stronger, who shall break. Damn my own thoughts, why must they make me sick.
To one it may al see easy, yet that?s only the moments view, I wish just to consider the longer view. Damn it all for things I want, damn it all for the responsibility. One must be wise, and that one must Choose. Yet both know nothing of the sort. She knows only of happiness, and story that have ended ever after. I know of many things that never ended in laughter.
Such Fools of love we are.

But much I choose now? Hell know. I must only enjoy my Heart, that is filled with bliss.