Disappointment a fact of a life that I can't seem to escape...... to want something so bad you can almost reach out and touch it....only to have it ripped away with your ideas and everything you've planned and worked for up until this point turn to hell right in front of you. They fall apart before your very eyes....like petals falling from a rose withered and alone,leaving behind only the feint aroma of the wonders it used to inspire in those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of its beauty. Sick of it....is what I am......Tired is the name I go by when forced to answer to those who take without regard and concern for those who's ideals were stomped on to reach this point. Frustrated is my being when faced with the ultimatum of having to put my own dreams on hold to allow for another's ambition to come true. And this ......ithis s the fact that overwhelms my mind as I look down on those who did so in a time when feelings of serenity were only a dream. But now are faced with the realization of having the one who once bent his neck in shame tower above them looking down upon them as my spirit does now. With this hollow feeling I'll tell you this, as disappointed as you may be at whatever plan was interrupted.....at whatever dream was deferred, over a smile you couldn't see, know that it's nothing compared to the one felt by a person who cares as deeply for another soul as you do now, is only half the lesson learned for dreamers like you.