...and even if I were a brunette I might as well be blond.
See the world has two weapons, and thy are certainly not silver or gold.
We have it if even when we don’t.
It all depends on us to create what the future may or may not hold.
Knowledge and foolishness are all secrets left untold.
We have love as a tool to destroy us or let us grow.
In the end there is nothing better or worse than a rough Road.
Make the eight choices and eat the fruits you once sowed.