My body leaning slightly back, constanly trying not to slack, my future is clear firm and straight, God found my birth deliberate a life of heavy weight, Impelling and compelling trying to ascend like the raising of a curtain, I concentrait dwelling on the things we find uncertain, and with supreme and extreme carefulness of what I might find, it starts with a quest into the center a journey of my mind, at first my thoughts is confident in all I understand, like the summary of human purpose lies in each hand, the instances in my life measured by the world's page in pairs, as calmly as an angel might descend heavens stairs, and watch us in our lives weaving the air like a flock of birds, in search for simple happiness or so it's called those words, but my eyes perceive a head and shifts in retention, a solemn look of regret and bereavement's modulation, revealing the theme of life's distinction to be that of comprehending, is it us making destiny determing our fate or are we just pretending, that in a perfect world no pain, no sorrow and love and happines last forever, that God smiles upon us in all our trying endeavors,