what path we chose in yesteryear, when we chose to turn to the right, could've gone straight, or left, when our eyes shut, quantum theory suggests, our life, could be where we pondered, but didn't quite take the path we did not choose, who's eternity, if we can grasp it's concept, is ours? Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
like an eagle's nest, within are helpless, future, self-sustained kings of the atomosphere, they know not of the future, only open their beaks, mother feeds them, till the day they stretch their wings and make their decent, some make it, some do not, yet the beauty of their instinct, is to fly away,... Sign in to see full entry.