Isao-Shio

June and July In my life I've seen so many people telling me which roads to take Busy are the ones I've left so far behind Your photo still rests on my window sill Stubborn and intelligent Arrogantly naive I've pushed all this once before And still I've returned back to here I've claimed to be different I've risen to the summit I've slain all of my dragons, cast out all of my demons But only the mirror reflects who i am Was I ever ready for this? The universe is forever expanding, right? Will we ever reunite? Your voice and your touch still shine through these trees Your words are becoming lost on me This

"In my younger days where my thoughts would run these open fields of curiosity, I'd joyfully accept what ever dangers lay before me. Now, as my later days begin to pass and these old bones begin to wither, there is an unknown fear that restricts my fullest of capabilities. But, to the skies do I still keep my focus. But to the skies do I still keep my gaze and my wonders. For, somewhere within the vast spectrum of this endless universe, are the answers for which I seek. And as I open my mouth to speak, such is life that I am hushed away so unexpectedly by these cruel hands of fate. For, life is not a promise of a boastful battle cry, but the

Meticulously, I pursue artistically the success of my forever bound but fully engaged endevours. Faced with absolute choice until my own death ceases the constant flowing interactions of my brain, my nerves and my bones; it is nothing but the shadow of fear shallowly becoming the only specter to swallow my otherwise endless rivers of talent and passion entirely. Still, though I am allowed to exist within this rather seemingly endless and spacial void, I am reminded through pain and emotion that I am mortal. Forever will I continue to seek an otherwise unreachable exit within the already existing walls of this forever puzzling labyrinth from