From one life to another, mother to daughter and father to son. Just like that, the cycle begun. Trying to make changes and different rearrangements. Living a little different in every situation. Sometimes there’s hesitation. In the world of making choices we have little resources. Then there’s that doubt that we all have in the back of our heads and when something goes wrong you try to make amends. Life is forever changing but what does it matter because history stays the same but who’s to blame? Me, you, your parents? Nope! No one is to blame and its such a shame that we have to put up with all these limitations that society gives us. No wonder no one can make a name for themselves. Its extremely hard out here and I know some people don’t care. But you don’t have to stare at those that do. Look at your self and do better. I think your pretty clever. But don’t forget, from one life to another, mother to daughter, father to son. Just like that, the cycle begun. We must wait for the day when we can say we’ve won. No more repeats. We don’t want it to be everlasting in these bed sheets.