Wondering aloud, Will I ever be whole? Will the rituals quicken, Will my practice take hold? It's been many years now Ive searched thru my soul for the Alchemist's Gold-will it come Before Death takes its hold. Wondering aloud... As the years pass me by. Is the message I leave clear? Or scattered ramblings of my mind? Like dewdrops on a daisy I'll leave this all behind Only to find It's just a ripple thru time.