How many times will i see the blessed fingers of light fork through the darkness and smog of this earths horrid human manners? I hope many. There's not enough pause in this life to just stop and think. TO just say "hey i wonder." life can't just be ordered around like that, i've found. How many times though, will i have to suffer winter's harsh darkness? the snow and the cold and the black. I believe that it is more common than not to see the bitter more than the sweet. If there is a sweet anymore. I wonder if the light will ever shine through then. The sky is pretty thick with the clouds of despair, anymore.