There is so much no one knows about, struggles left untold and lessons left untaught; who I am no one really seems to know about, very little to be cared for, knowledge supposed to be lost- friends lost, acquaintances drifted distances far beyond where I now roam: I'm a drifting one. I deal with it, the waves are high and the path is long- but it's how it is, and though the fight is tough, I've not fallen so far- following the currents, destinations distant but a struggling mind keeps my sail pointed proper. Pray it ends well, pray it results in something worth speaking about. I hope this isn't the end, I hope there's more to be talked about.