al

i just don't know what to do with my damn-good-at-being-bad self. i was once a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke. i could make anyone hang on every single stroke. i was an iron man and i had a master plan but then i realized, i was alone. presently, i am in a world where i have to hide my heart but not what i believe in. i know somehow, someday i will show the world what's inside my heart and be loved for who i am. for now, i must be swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon and with all the strength of a raging fire, but still mysterious as the dark side of the moon. thanks to the lessons i have learned over the years form loving and winning and loving and losing; from the school of hard knocks; and the old method of trial and error.