I am on my way
to catch that ray of the sun
That some have
already begun to feel
Under a blue sky
veiled by grey
But how can I see
with sight within the heart
When my
revolution clings
With a civil war
going on in the inside
Tending to peer
within
Looking for my
shadows in seasons past
I banter wits with
the winds narration
Its resolve
always pushing to the future, always tomorrow
In its reveal,
it’s constant, a promise taken for granted
Like the sun assured,
it always rises, everyday
Trying to
distinguish, recounting
The heart’s
hopes and daydreams of the future passed
All of us
Have laughed
when we were to cry
And cry when we
were to laugh
Our lives have
not lived up to our dreams
So how does one
reconcile, sauntering a path of broken glass?
Are dreams
really shooting stars breaking up in the constellations of life imaginations?
Or is our
objective in existence been skewed
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Wandering Satellite Publishing
