Walk Backward

Enter macabe , replay possibilities in head --- outcome never certain, but always the same; what I remember. Betrayed, life improved only after losing then gaining. I've never quite bright, dark and not light, if only I had a dark secret -- at least then I could finger point. Alas, I've no business pointing my finger at anyone. I only wish I had an "alter" spending my energy, gathering money somehow so that I could find that, quash madness and stomp out many flames at once.

Then, thinking about it, maybe I'd rather have the third arm.