I want to be happy for others and sometimes I am, but it is my fortune in life that I must stand, I cannot take when omeone feels strain for me, it's paints the worse how I made my entry. So in solace hearts parts mine do keep, only found in solitiude am I true me, the saddest truth apart from this is how many hide themselves, I do know, it's self imposed, for the most part anyway. For judge to keep and disdain to sleep off and far away. It may seem disjointed, this and other things, but this like life is an experiment, each of us subject and searcher, finding and seeing, wielding and disposing of what we cross and crosses us. Each piece may have it's own tone, some larger than others, they were in part made to different songs making each distinct, but still only of one, song. Renew your courage, and stride under the open skies, peer into the heavens, show them what you know, show what you can do. Do not falter, for if you do, you can fail all physical, you can falter all in mind, but should you crawl within your heart then you have been defeated. Taste not defeat, but only a bitter setback. The sects of self one oft not shows often puts in other places what could be shown on their faces. In this one thing do not miss, do not bare soul on shuffled list.