I stand here alone on the shore of my horizon, the place,

where reality seems to meet the facts of my life and where the

water reflects the trials of my life, as my limits of experience,

washes away my footprints of knowledge, however, I can see

only about three miles, as the surface of the light of my

life, before the earth curves it away out of my eyesight, no

matter how good one's eyes are, my horizon forms a kind of

boundary line, far beyond which one cannot see, but yet, i

stand free, as i watch and wait for my destiny and fate too

awake and arise from the line where the sky seems to meet the

earth, i remain steadfast on the grains of man, hoping my

horizon to unfoil my life's span