Father Time is a cruel yet forgiving parent. He teaches you harsh lessons but then comforts you, making each pain fade away eventually. These past lessons he's been teaching me lately have been pushing me to my limit and almost past the brink. I'm constantly reminded of the little time I have... and it scares me with each passing moment. The clock is ticking and I still haven't made up my mind yet. With each day gone I grow a bit more wary that maybe it's a little too late? Did I linger too long? This indecisiveness will be my undoing... or can I call it confusion?