Now

I do not have the guts to see kids grow up helpless, from wonders to vain. I do not have the guts to see beauty fade to oldness, with a heart fill by defintion than to be excused from space and rooms of virgins. I do not have the guts to get to know further from ugliness, its lines of complicity and wrinkles of laws and ghosts. I do not have the guts to speak as the Christ, in time of begining to end is a particle of plan to expect the unexpect. My gut is to live God's desire before God give me another breath.