He was some kid figuring things out. Things fell into place wherever he went. During one of the milestones of his career... he found poetry. At the end of the book, he wrote: This is a promise kept. Time keeps passing. Memories may start to fade, but bright minds only need a little refresher on subjects to remember what it is all about. This is a collection of poems written to some deep brown eyes. But there was no more space for that poem. This is a story told from his point of view.