I have life and i have youth, but only time can tell what I'll do. Right now, I'd like to stop discussing my self so obsessively, but I know it's the only thing I'll ever have a firm grip on. Occasionally letting loose during the night, I let my mind wander. it moves aimlessly and without destination with the stars. Then everything tenses up again, and I hear clock ticking quietly reminding me that I've run out of excuses. It's time to wake up and face myself again. Quick, think of something or someone to take the blame. (Mother said it started with the bite of an apple.)