We used to fly so high. Spreading our creative wings high in the sky, we ruled the day. Face the facts, we were legends of our stomping ground.
That was many moons ago. Now our stomachs are fatter, our hair-lines receding, and life is pushing us where it wants to.
What can inspire men to be their best and take chances? Who will judge us when we are laying in a ditch? Stories of the past brings smiles to our faces, but the tales of the future are like demons. They haunt us. They are in our nightmares, but always in our minds.
My blog bores me with no pictures. I must find a way to fix my computer.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment