Epilogue: The Contemplations of Life

Devilling down into my own head

Is a dangerous contemplation

Where does the path end?

And where does it begin?

Traveling down this path

I contemplate all my decisions

But what good does it do?

If only reminds me of the things

That have already gone to Hell

Can I bring these back?

To at least this earth?

I suppose not.

Nothing can fix the past

And control of the future

Is almost impossible.