Silent tears of one, the anguish of many and we can’t break free from the vice-like clutches of cannibals strewn throughout our lives, poised to devour all we would be…. …

Silent tears of one, the anguish of many and we can’t break free from the vice-like clutches of cannibals strewn throughout our lives, poised to devour all we would be…. …
I defy the throes of fate wresting away my morrow, …
Change is the prime inevitable, a linear extent of not always graceful evolutions cutting into our plan “A”. We’re never granted license as disengaged observers but still, when faced…