Its another day on planet Earth, listening to the ballads playing on the speakers, slowing dripping with sentiment of a bygone era. The plaintive vocals spreading out into the air like an autumn breeze, carrying with it the left over pieces of life that have served their use. Perhaps the music is for those who come and go through the doors on their way to some purpose yet to be fulfilled. I am so much older now, life has changed and I no longer feel the same. Memories take me back to a time when I was young and still not afraid to play. I checked out years ago. Left my smile on the statue of brief and fleeting wonder. Perhaps someone will find it there and wear it again.

I can't complain. Life has been good to me. I didn't want fortune or fame. Just a place to grow and know the human race, as one of its own.

It is a strange and unusual place. They have this stuff called time which they carry with them. I never got mine. I borrowed some from a friend who passed it on before he left. Use it wisely he said. I forgot his name now that he is gone. Such a shame. He was so kind.

I would take a chance playing the wheel. It wasn't so scary. Even the end where it grinds you to dust was just part of the trip. Despite all the years, I have never been able to stay dead for long.