The days go quickly past and I am busy preparing for the always uncertain future. I have had a major disappointment today in something I was hoping for, we shall see how it pans out but so far it is not good. So I tap into the strength reserve, which you would think was running on empty but there is still a bit left. The dregs of it, really. Still I push on with an energy that just doesn't stop, despite everything. I go on and on because what else is life? I would not have traded a single step with its misguided hopes, not for a moment. I will do what it is I am meant to do. I cannot regret trying, hoping, or loving. I so much still want to believe. Why does darkness have its way of coming to call? I am not home sorrow, knock all you want I will not answer.