I find myself thinking of the past, the present, what will be......
Once I didn't care.
I lived dangerously.
Now, I find I am careful.
Try to spend every moment with my children.
I feel a little lost sometimes.
Like I lost a piece of myself along this path of what is called my life.
Am I still the same person I was born to be?
Will I lie one day on my deathbed and say I am satisfied....I can do no more?
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