I took a little break from steeming but now I am back for good. What better way to start then speaking in riddles.....
we do not know the past but for the remains found
we do not know the future, just the hopes and fears
we see present but do not understand it completely
what is the fate of a blind man walking
kings of fate have fallen in rivers of past
how would a man know him but from his grave
how sad it is that the dead do not talk
sadder is still that living rarely listen
fate is not cruel
It is the way it should be
for the sailors to learn there part
there could not have been a better sea
What would blind man see in world full of light
What good is darkness for one with sight
Is it not here that ironies abound
and no good reason for it is found
There are no lessons in the ironies of fate
But the ones learned by wise men laughing
