eight times ten +

• standing at the threshold of the future: 
  it looks short ..
  will not just jump in...
  
  turn around and look back. ...
  can not see the end....
  it has been to long of a road....
  sometimes wide.. sometime small...
  
  other times .. narrow..
  
  sometimes with foot wear..
  other times ...barely sufficient..
  less of a standard....
  a slander width of ..
  limited in scope of the world around me ...
  meticulous .. with a ration of rich..
  woven in close success to.....
  ..............eighty..
• It looks like plus..
  decrease in the gifts you came with .. the breadth to extant further then ....
  the day you were born.
  
  brought forth by the native combination....
  resulting in poverty....walking alone ..
  in the dirt..
  forgiving the pain of the day you are gone....
  
  gone into the fields......broken
  torn...
  inside of your heart in a violated form...
  broken into pieces ..
  ...................separated ...
  irregular pattern of the life you were born...
  shattered...
  damaged world ....
  reduced to a rank...with views of other into your own....
  
  caring water in buckets...
  with a shudder sudden form...shuddering the well below...
  walking the mud.....
  crying .. with pain...
  buckets of tears..
  
  tears in vein
  
  no scape from that day...
  no scape from the fear...
  of the nightmares of those days in a very young  mind..
  
  nightmares in the youth....growing up..
  limitations of knowledge...
  limitations in progress ...
•         Ignorance
  by those in commend..
  violence.. comes with existence ...
  only the intelligence of the one that is you..
  
  only part of the road to the end...
•         When life come to the boundary...
  the point when one ceases to exist...
  beyond we don't know...
  
  cessation...
  the pursuit of activity...
  the remnant of what was there...and will soon be forgotten ..
  
                  at the end