I once sat in a storm... scared that it would take me away... I didn't want to go then. Now? I could care less. I look at today and I think if yesterday. I never found my way... today is not the day... neither will tomorrow... or the day after.... I am a mere pawn waiting for death... accepting it and gladly welcoming it's company... I will not search for it... and I will not say I need it... because I don't... I have will to live... but I live like a raging storm... I bring joy to some, fear to others, and annoyance to many. I am here one minute... and gone the next... and when I am gone... people will talk of it for a while... but will rejoice no matter how they knew me... and that is what I want... I have moved on... I will have my fun elsewhere... I will remember my friends and I have played my game... my game of life... I hope I will have played it well... for I won't let life win and challenge me... I am the Raging Storm... it will kneel before me once I die... because I have many aspects and fighting is one of them. Do not be sad because I'm gone... I lived my life... however it may be or have been... and the last thing I will ever want... is to bring sadness to others... mourn... but be happy because I am one... with the Raging Storm.
