my life....is never ending with a period. coz it will stop not only my passion to look forward but also to catch another glance at my past. did i score enough goals today? or was it my conduct reeling to a different track?. the road is long and winding. mist has taken my visibility to almost zero. but a guiding hand still holding hard at my bone stricken hands. i will survive eventually, even if i had to fall for numerous times. tomorrow here i come; regret i will not.