It all started without thinking, in a daze, just living. No thought about actions-just acting in life’s great drama.
Sometimes it happens that way. You never know when you got it good until it’s gone. When there’s nothing left it’s all gone-like in the beginning-nothing. Is living all in vain? Who knows? We push the edge of the envelope until it goes no further, but no one knows that limit. All we know is that there are limits. Some day perhaps we will find out who we really are-maybe just a shooting star