And on a dark day I find myself between, and I learn to find a new meaning. I grow into something beautiful. Fully I am withstanding, and the bold ties underway make for a wonderful story. And in the dead of the night on a winter fall I lose everything to the gamble of a sheer passerby chanting prayers underfoot. As I listen, I ponder the pressures of reality. Hoping to catch wind of another, I lost another battle in the mirrors of fate. And now I know I was always awake. Not asleep not dead not sick in the head, but alive and well off. But as I reel inside the workings of every-thing I learn truths never spotted. A reckoning long shot from the guilty and rotten. Better yet, forgotten.