Look, it was the right time...

Agape

And the wind blows.
I take another breathe of uncertainty.
I exhale against the wind.
A force against nature.
Still uncertain.
What do I seek from a life filled with mystery and influence?
Who is to guide me in such a battle?
Is this something we were meant to fight alone within ourselves?
I'm the author of this story but not the owner of these pages.
Through out the ages.
Time has been the healer of our heartless wages.
Our minds are placing our spirits in soul bound cages.
Somebody save us.
Or has our refuge been under our guilt filled nostrils all this time?
What pride can do to one's self.
Ignorance is bliss, from facing your responsibilities.
How long can you take this?
And once again.
Time has proven to be one of wisdom's weapons.