I contend with demons not by choice, but by force...

By night I think what a vast space above me , during the day I think what a vast world before me...

Stopping is a must in all we do, if not we go right by so much...

The truth is my companion, it is my bearing of reality

The wise see faults and accept it, but don't linger in it...

Never question if truth is a option, it's a must

My dreams are nothing but dreams, my reality is what is....

I succeed at not trying but doing with option of fail or succeed

My own ghost is my fears

Vanity is the fruit of the self absorbed