Each day brings me one step closer to wondering what real choices are left.
Taking the middle path, observing who I am now, who I used to be. Knowing I was
someone I would never choose to be again.
So why, if I am the ‘better’ man now, am I constantly alone when the ‘worse’ man was
enveloped by love, passion and promise?
True irony is a very rare thing.
Steve B 12/08