Big changes are like the breeze creating little whirlwinds of unease small rippling waves made on the smooth surfaces of the mind The gapping maw of an unknown future unable to imagine what may come next hands shaking with anticipation palms made damp by possibility Holding down the hope that begins rising to the throat the droning drumbeat of "what if" holds a steady tempo of new terror White knuckled grasping of what is the daunting decision to sail past the distant horizon where the sun hangs necessary gambles in the game of life What might be lying just out of sight paradise or peril, it cannot be predicted the fear of failure tastes metallic on my tongue but there is no turning back now that I've begun
Protect the Innocent 