Maybe, I’ve really been too hard on the subject. The only person that seems to be upset is me. It doesn’t bring any value to my life. Man, it doesn’t even concern me.

It just got me thinking, I guess. And they have always said that too much, is disastrous. Where did all the balance go? And what is this influence he so fondly speaks of? Why does it so easily seep into our souls from the tube we glue our eyes on, or the writings we see every day?

Move over world, I’ve got my own decisions to make. I can listen, but I don’t have to make it a habit.

Say what you want, don’t make me look at you.

In fascination, he watched as his eyes grew wider. As he breathed in every word and made them his own. Influence is only a beauty when it comes from you. Indeed.

The decisions that we make everyday. No doubt it affects them too. But that’s what a life cycle is. What goes around comes around so that everyone can get their share.

Kick the ball and see it rise. Don’t expect it to perform like the boomerang. We can only watch and wait.

We don’t have that many years to play with. We can only hope for the best. Living one day at a time rarely applies now. Little by little, we are being robbed of what we know.

There is no right or wrong, only the truth. As long as we can sleep with the mind within, we are safe. Even if our dreams force us out of our room, we can only do so much to stop it.

Let it drift, and pray that it will arrive upshore. My bones are cracking, but at least I know why.

Keeping life simple, is not as simple at it seems. We look right and we look left, but still we don’t see. We drop our keys, but never think of why we’re careless.

That is life, that is only life, we hope.

As I close my eyes and turn away, I can only hope that change is natural.