I sit here and contemplate both destiny and tragedy. 
I search aimlessly for meaning in lost lessons 
from a past that holds me not. 
There is but one true dream 
that rages inside the depths of my being. 
Telling all, but giving away nothing. 
Through the shadows, moves the force 
that causes heartache and despair. 
Blessed are those who see this malevolent being 
and strike him from the psyche. 
And yet, we grieve. 
We grieve for loves lost, 
we grieve for the staggering abomination that is human existence. 
And yet, we love,
we love our families, 
we love a single tadpole in a vast pond, 
we love our image. 
Take solace in this love. 
Understand that forever we are bound 
by the diatribe that makes up the underside of our humanity. 
But alas, we and you are beautiful. 
You will grow. You will love.