This blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.
He dreams of flying High in the sky Soaring in clouds Asking himself why Does the horizon seem To never end The sun seems aloof As boughs of trees Which seem to bend His heart is upon the wind On warm days amongst Other fellows Whose feathers seem To kiss the wind
Within the world Long forgotten words In the expanse of all that has happened It's significance of greatness Overwhelmed me until I could contain myself no longer It then reduced me to tears Then in all my fears that I might forget The words appeared Then faded quickly Beyond redemption of my grasp What was left were all the memories Their intricate inter twining Until I realized I could not live without For this was the true meaning of love For me
