well i think for my first post i should write a little poem off the top of my head... There's a time for all the growing trees to fall away beneath the breeze. a time for all who see the past to recognize they cannot last, with regret and pain, they suffer more. yet rejoice in the solemn breeze that blows. be free like the air. beleive in the fortune of life. do not hesitate. just ignite your heart. if you meditate, well that's a start. for all the years you live, you see, is another time and place for me. the difference is our states of mind our location and our place in line. from the bottom i look up, i see the top and I won't give up. i'll never reach that high up place the ones who made it are just a waste. they steal and lie, like kings of old. thinking life is based on gold. but greed and anger will not last. like the trees that fell to begin anew.