I had my chance. The chance remains with me here. The time has only shifted a little on down the road.
I must wait, now. Waiting and patience, I have much practice in these fields. I wait in flower fields of drying paint. The colors melded together long ago. They turn brittle and flake with their age.
And yet, I will pass the days as I always have--no planned rhyme or reason in my current state.
Hope is what I'll cling to as I lay in wait.

 They say.....well, they say it's a man's world.
But it would be SHIT without a woman's LOVE.
I make my own World, a Man's World, but I desire the Love of the Woman.
If my mind/soul/body creates this world around me, then it can bring into existence (attract) the One for me....the Love I need.
Hop on my ark, baby, and let's sail the seven seas with only what we need.
What I need right now, is you.