The last of dreams is elusive. Flighty and airy I search for your face. Twists and turns journeys through life don't pan as expected. I am not the cartographer. I designed not the geography. My life was given as a gift. My birth was blessed by God. A citizen of a land where liberty I can partake & pursue my own happiness. Why is selfishness attributed with seeking happiness? Adhere to generational principles & practice what has been done. Is this life mine own to live? Or will I always be a child within my ancestor's shadows?