A knight in rusty armour, the diamond in the rough, to be polished, to be cut, to be refined to be shaped.

Every time I turn away, every step I take away from who I used to be, a step to You, is a tiny step to becoming more of the man You want me to be. A lot less of me and a lot more of You is what I yearn to be.

Who are you living for?

mmhmm

Just like the turn of a page, or the changing of a scene, less the solar glare, such is the transition that the backdrop of ones life. As ticking clocks and chiming bells point out, time waits for no man, save one who travels faster than the speed of light and as such is no longer bound by the limitations of the space time continuum. Blink twice if you are being held here against your wish. In a blink of an eye, a funny statement, as though so much can change in that short a time frame. In as long a time, the set has transformed, the props changed, the puppeteer fully aware, the puppet ill informed. clumsy and stiff the stringed figure crashes across the stage.