Another gone

Another gone and done, and with each falling rock I realize more and more what it is I want. 
This is nothing to be mourned over, nor something to be ecstatic over, it simply just is. 
Another stepping stone.


The children, work, the few people I hold dear to me.
That is all that should matter, that is all I should be focused on. 


I prefer sombre and sober; just so you know.