My spirit stirs, yet I know not why I am afraid. Why these thoughts disturb me. Where they come from. I have my ideas, yet they all remain in the unknown. I have not control over the stirrings in my heart. I long to know the cause of such things..perhaps a fight of sorts..remiders, yet I feel locked trapped, angered annoyed. In a whirlwhind, looking out from a window sill, from a porch, from behind a blocked window.. Inside strangely locked into a struggle one to gain freedom...will I be free ever at all..will I ever find true freedom, without the temptation. What is this thing that haunts me today. I see no end, yet there will be and end soon Yet the end is not death, rather the beginnig of life, the question is, how do I go about it all.