Have you ever wished for a second chance? Maybe to be born in a different time? To live a life of another? Not even alive at all? I'm kinda stuck in limbo among the shallows of my mind where nothing matters, and nobody really cares. That's life I suppose; even though we don't choose to be born. The choices, after the fact, determines if we truly live or if we live as sheep. So, excuse me for the choices I make, but I am no sheep. Take me as I am, or just continue to graze in peace.