“So what do we do? Anything. Something. So long as we just don’t sit there. If we screw it up, start over. Try something else. If we wait until we’ve satisfied all the uncertainties, it may be too late. – Lee Iacocca”
Misty are the crossed paths that clutter my way
Chancing only the step that is in front of me
Tentative is not seemly to pursue
Should a path diverge from sight
Only braille faith will be my light
Companion naught
Dim the way
Alone
Opinions Of Eye 