It is indecision that paralyzes progress

Words are a blanket sheltering action from the frozen ice storm

Don’t blink for life will pass by

It is moments, instantaneous actions of the heart that will define generations

We are the keepers of the future of the hallowed museum of memories past and future

The walls speak volumes of mistakes made and promises forgotten
Learn from the education of our elders and the innocence of our children

Our time is sketched on the canvas of life bleeding the colors of wonder

It is the embrace we all fear; the leap into the abyss of possibility that will cultivate in the greatness of fortune and eternalize the meaning we all search desperately for

The answer to the one question that hides within us is resting, waiting for the great awakening