PERSONAL JOURNEY, OR IMPOSSIBLE DREAM, ALL A GOAL TO BE REACHED..
In the Distance In the distance what do I eagerly seek to see, First light, and eyes paint a picture uncertain Morning mists and rain obscuring vision, What shapes are these forming far away, Portents of today's happenings perhaps, First glimmers of a tomorrow not yet formed, Or ghosts of yesterdays beyond counting, The lay of the land has not changed, much, Life is as you find it, perhaps favored or not, Yet with each day opportunities abound, One has but to cast off the shackles of past,... Sign in to see full entry.