This world is strange. I can tell you this much i am a lost sheep looking for the herd. each pointed direction i ve been given feels like a wrong turn. looking for the right path has been hard but once you stop looking the game is over. who wins anyway. is it the politician with the whip taken the change from your pockets while you sweat off the work day. and he feeds the demon to stay at the top. is it the family you trust to be there for you when you turn your back they are playing you for a fool. is it the stranger you never meet that is playing the same game you are just found away to miss the bumps in the road and is eating his potatoes with the gravey. the gravey is there someday you just need to find the right batch of potatoes.... still in search iam but very optimistic.