As I adopt new freedoms and take to the road, I grow more confused as to what there is to the world.
Is it my comrades? Is it my brothers? Is it the pursuit and revere of knowledge? Is it every episode of Fullmetal Alchemist? Is it my first Yuengling? Is it the daily dive? Is it the Puritan fight? Is it the soul-less existence? Is it the absence which makes the heart grow fonder? Is it the fitness and the rigor? Is it the test and the challenge?
Is it my blue hair? My motorcycle? My tongue-piercing? My new Armani suit and fly crib?
Is it love and peace of mind...? Is it the burning hate that will or willn't be extinguished?
Is it the question?
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 8, 2005 03:14 AM