and now i sit and contemplate as thought if i have no fate i sit and fear what might be near the thought of regret being here strong as though it seems one mention of death and my mind screams like brittle glass, life it can break when that moment comes along, when you just know something is wrong as time begins to slow, and everything seems wilt instead of grow my mind starts to race, and the voices of others begin to dissipate before you know it time stands still all that remains is thoughts of if ever and will in my heart i know everything will be well but my mind isn't such a simple sell My dad recently suffered a pretty bad stroke. He is in the ICU right now, I wrote this as the best way to try and describe what I am feeling. I don't really know if it makes sense to anyone but me though.