Lost in a room full of thoughts and fears, my love is near but I am filled with tears. The place I love and have made my home must surly vanish and I will no longer hold. How can you figure out all of the winding steps when you had a plan to climb the rest and all of a sudden your plan was shattered and all the while nothing mattered. Here I am! What to do? Can you think of something to move? Maybe a mountain or maybe a forest can we stand still when there is life before us? I must rise above all fear and hate and become the man my father would appreciate. This is exciting and equally scary but I have my love and no longer shall I tarry. The plan was there all along waiting and calling like a giant gong banging against the strong mallet and ringing out like an 80’s ballad. Am I sleeping or is this real? This life I live feels like a photo reel. Turning and turning all about I must keep my feet before I shout for help and I’m sure I will but at least for now I have a thrill to seek out and become something real with nothing to fear and all to loose, I must find a way like all men before me, I must find a way and then I shall be me. I ask myself today what comes next? Where do I go? I am so vexed! I know where to go and I have figured that out but do I have what it takes to make about what its supposed to be can I fight the fight? The answer of course lies in my life. I will rise I will run I will go to uncharted places, without this adventure my heart will be wasted. Today I set sail for a new course, and Africa is her name.