Just Another Crack

My heart burns like firewood with memories of my childhood filled with all that I conceived life was going to be. There it goes the clouded haze recalling now knows what little wisdom I had in its calling before my fated falling. The random twists and turns with which the hidden fires burned life and love and purpose joy and sadness as life hurts us. We give, we take, we hesitate we stop, we pause, we conclude it's all attitude. Looking back and looking forward cautiously we eye what we're moving toward pondering the writing on the wall of this that realizing at last, it was just another crack.