It was the begining of a new thought. It held onto the wings of the past but sored into the abyss of the future. Never standing still, never beyond reach. It brought with it that which we sought to obtain. An idea as new
as life it self. The truth that we seek is not a new concept but an old idea that was never forgotten. We spend our lives in secrch of compleation. We parade our selves on a stage for thankless crowds. We dance because we feel the need to impress other. We must learn not to dance to the bands of others. We must listen to the music of our own hearts. Dance not for those whom you wish to please, dance for your own pleasure. Listen not to the request of others. Fallow your heart into your soul. Explore that which drives you forward. Don't be a simple player. Be the creator of your own story. Never give in and always drive forward into the Midnight Beauty and QuickSilver Light of the Future.