Paths cross and cross again.
Sometimes it can't be avoided.
Sometimes their are people out that would like see nothing less then you to suffer.
Whether it is or isn't a delay.
I can not say for I do not predict of upcoming unforeseeable dangers.
I prefer philosophy over fear.
With a lesson to adhere.
In till it is tried and proven.
One can not and will not know unless some insight be given.
Theory to fact.
A puzzle in which to react.
Another thumb tact makes it into the bulletin board.
A picture on a postcard with a score.
How did you do?
Probably not as you thought you would.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem