Great service of service my solitude to respect the poor of spirit ,with no bread to break yet struggles is the gain,with the pains on the daily no cup of tea, survival of fittest on the world stage predators of pray feel like jungle in the savannah hotter the the sun on the cycle solar dollars on my mind more bags less work that's the goal, on piece of paper what's next get riches in the next life built up equity from the groud up like the tower of babel touch the heavens mass appeal of language barrier gifted not cursed started from middle now in the needle narrow gate guarded with forces terrestrial can't see it with my own eyes can't see it with hope, mustard my faith up on a long solo path to my destination heard it's a resurrection, temptations with stop signs short turns, wrong cuts, won't look back healing from my past life redemption story which was all scripted..... book 20 on chapter 20 of my life in one word life living day to day goals giving off the wall redemption story which was all scripted.