*DestinyUnknown*

No where, no more, will I find commit-ment to meet mine.

I do not know a real face anymore. And my compassion is misplaced.

The spontanity and joy and continuity are gone.

Where is the beginning which remains? Where is the heart which speaks only truth?

To live a life, to die of life, to search in failure.

Is this to be my

My heart yearns for permanence which never can be.

Sometimes I wonder what will become of me.

DESTINY?

--Unknown