Every night I say a prayer
in the hope that there’s a heaven
And every day I’m more confused
as the saints turn into sinners
All the heroes and legends I knew as a child
have fallen to idols of clay
And I feel this empty place inside

so afraid that I’ve lost my faith

Show me the way, show me the way…*

Right about this time, you are wondering why is he wandering around in the Styx. Please allow me to explain.

I’ve done a little traveling in my time. Not as much as some folks do (I have not been to Every Point On The Map) but enough to have garnered a story or two to go with my hats. I’ve found, along the way, that you can’t always get from point A to point B, at least, not without detouring through points once unknown.

Such was a business trip to Europe a few years ago. Continue reading Waypoints →