As much as I worry about the new year to come, I can only change how I react and what I do. What world will there be next December 31?
"So believe me when I say that I'm sincere. My dreams will take me where I want to go from here. To you, I bid a fond farewell with strength to walk alone. This picture's painted clearly, I'm still on the outside." (The Ocean Song, Pulley) |