Where does time go? When you
think about ever lasting your
stay. Why do you think of
sorrow? When you know
that tomorrow is going to
be better than today. Why
does man struggle but yet
are transfix on the idea of
others? It would appear that
though that all the sunters
that I've done is nothing
more than a inpentetants
that can never be spoken
for. And where does it say
that all things half to be
equal in line of work of...