I hope to have this journal finished by the year 2000, so far I am halfway through it. I have the freedom to write anything even if it sucks.
My bed has been made and breakfast is done but I am trying to fly, you see I am trying to find my own. This is my time to run from the hour glass who survives off my shadow. For he I have ignored, but I am trying to fly, you see I am riding on a loan.
For all that is pure this plan will pan out even if it kills me.