Fortune teller where are you, once again ths is RUBLUE. Since my last post, What Next, no real answers ever came. This is a little poem I wrote. Again life start's in the womb. A warm safe place, that is your room. Suddenly there is light, you scream and cry, it just happens you don't know why. Here is the world cold and cruel, all is well if you follow the rule. But for some there is always pain, no matter what you do there is no gain. You drink from the vine, and it works for sometime. Then you fall to the floor, it works no more. You walk this world losing so much, then at last you can feel no one's touch. You spend years, waiting to die, and like the baby you don't know why. You reflect back on all the good and bad, but most just always it makes you sad. They say you are sick, that is why. But after their words you still want to die. You wonder if giving a chance, next life will be better, at least at first glance. Ok, I never claimed to be a poet. But I have a lot of this real pain on paper.