For the sun sinks low and makes me wonder why it cannot rise till morning. Just as I cannot change who I am or where I belong in the slice of time called my life that I am within. Always to rejoice in a world that constantly changes from the safe borders of familiarity that has bonded me a quarter of a century. Quickly we become drawn into the machinations of a world aglow in desire. Wanting all we achieve nothing but a slow, lingering slavery that holds without chains. It is the willing bondage of inertia as the years slip by and apathy mounts a ‘coup-de-grace’ on our dreams. Yet one dream she may not have for it is the only one that has ever come true and I shall never let it fade. For I always dreamed above all of being loved and you have all made it true.