Life is beautiful

Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view Edgar Allan Poe

I feel the urge today,the urge to say something.Something in this weird city of Rockford ,Illinois has left me wondering,thinking and asking myself wow am I really here?This country is changing people are talking politics,the economy, health.Where we were ,where we are and what will be...so many questions such little time.Even though I cannot vote I feel like I'm a part of this huge decision.America you will always be fascinating always.There is a reason why I and so many others are here and I can guarantee its not just about money...but just how things move and people express.No matter what you can still rock in America.