2003-01-17 - 10:09 p.m.

Sometimes I feel lost, unsure,

Torn apart

Do I follow my head or

Do I follow my heart ?

Do I do what's logically right or

Do I do what's instictively right ?

Do I continue to labour, to serve,

to ensure unsaid needs at met?

To careful ensure that the delicate balance maintained? Nothing to be disturbed, nothing to shake it, not even dust to settle on either side, lest all hell breaks loose?

Or..

Do I at the drop of a hat, take my leave, to let nature run its course, to never look back and never to scowl at mother nature for what she would have carried out?

The weight of my world on my shoulders, my fate in the palm of my hands.

Which do I choose ? For I cannot change my fate whilst my hands are occupied, balancing the weight on my shoulders.

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