The paths I have trodden, decisions I have made
roads often barely travelled, unmarked and vague
loves often known, not always given nor received
following my heart, in what I believed
Shattered dreams and victories, have all been known
throughout the years, the man has truly grown
yet a small boy remains on the path, unchanged
until nothing but a fading memory remains
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 