Around and around we go
Spinning out of control
With what to show?

A beaten soul
A broken heart
A hefty toll

The cut leave not a mark
Hidden from all
We lay awake in the dark

We hesitate, we stall
Feeling alone
No where to run, no one to call

One is cold like a fallen stone
One is warm waiting for love to be shown.

Why Worry?

The young worry about that which does not matter. 

The old worry about what the perceive to matter.

The reality? 

Nothing really matters as much as we thing it does at the time. 

Spend less time worrying, more time smiling and enjoy your life, after all, it’s the only one you get. 

Why fill it with worrying?