I wrote this poem back in high school, and just ran across it again today. It very much reflects who/where I am in this long journey W/we call "Life"
As I see it now, we are living in a wasteland of despair.
Hearts are broken and hearts are mended, but nobody really seems to care.
We are mainly stepping stones for those who are around us.
For those who are weak, they know they are destined to die.
For those who are strong, and have this knowledge will survive.