Jet-Plasma

I have to ask myself some things. Simple questions, simple things, with not-so-simple answers. They're the driving force, the digging search, and the pathway to what I might become, or what I already am. Where am I? I'm here, I'm alone; I'm with friends. I'm on earth. I'm in Michigan. I'm in another's paradise; I'm in my own hell. I'm at work; I'm at play. I'm in my own little world. I'm not all together. But I'm still here. I've made it this far. I'm going further. I'm moving on. What do I believe? I believe in fate. I believe in destiny. I believe in chance, I believe in karma. I believe in charity without cause. I believe in no gods.