All you got is hurt; it’s all we know of you. It’s hiding under all that prim but not much of proper…not much of a legacy if you ask me.

I’m on the other side of your disappearing dream, on the flipside of your sneering slant singing…

Viva, viva la boeme, I will always smile for them…the greatest gift I’ve ever learned.

Welcome to my miracle…the greatest mystery ever lived. Isn’t that what makes our time here so inviting? The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious…isn’t it about time we become rapt in awe to this new vibrant day and all its possibilities instead of chasing down the days of fear? It will be my legacy…the power of choice to end all that we have held from our haunted past and start fresh to pave the new realm for everyone that walks from here on forth. There really was no short cut was there?