today i sit and ponder i’ve reached farther than i ever dreamed possible, a time when i thought life was over only to start afresh at the stroke of dawn;
bound by the unknown, i would break the shackles if i can just to go back to where it all began and rewrite the script with my own plan;
trapped in a mire of reality words are all i have and words are all that i have to express my innermost desires;
there are days when i stand and watch hoping to see myself as someone else and i long for this mirrored perspective to become a reality, one day;
reality is nothing but a formality, creeping into myself and strangling my senses Not withstanding my screams all I am left is tears in streams;
sometimes there is a window of hope that all is not lost after all when words are emptied and passion remains rare And you look back more than forward Comes this angel!
like the children behind the piper, to an unseen high of a meditative state i start looking foward from nothng to say to no language to express there is always some madness in love but there is also always some reason in madness;