The embers and remnants Of what has now passed Leave me in turmoil Could this breath be my last?   The stories I could tell you The images, real Living in the moment Born just too feel   I've been too the edges Of all that is dark I've tasted the sweetness As it fell on my lap   Now I am here In front of your eyes Will you express laughter Or drop tears Will you cry?   I am the future I have been the past I recall misadventure I revel in the craft   Of being only human In feeling, in form Sometimes, correctly   Occasionally   Well   Wrong     AGL