As I sit here again in my lonely room, I think of the past, of all the wasted years. Could I have done more or nothing at all . All of the choices are racing inside my head. The path that I'm on is not the one I would've liked. I'd have chosen a better life for me. But this is all fate, our paths all lain out for us to obey, for us to conform to. But I'm sitting here trying to think of a better way to live our lives. Seeking to change our predestined paths knowing that enlightenment will never come for me, for I am but a simple man trying to determine his true path in life.