Children’s Dreams a part of mestill expects youto be invincible -impervious to time's passing -it is the dreamof a childfor their heroes;no one is immuneto the weaknessesbrought onby time'sinevitable passage
Leaving the Arena bright lights,rapid movement,a large crowd,a constant bombardment of noise;waves of soundslam into delicate ears,eyes are pulledin every direction,the senses overwhelmedwith stimulation;it endsand we are leftwith the peaceof silence
Pathways there are countless differencesbetween us;in the endwe all find our wayto the same place,why do we invest so muchin comparinghow we get there
