Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Flying Colors

Torn between the life I want and the life I lead,

Tormented by my past and lost time I bleed,

Fears echo slow as the sand trickles on,

Circling that spiral so downward and long,

I've been here before yet I always remisce,

Chasing that dragon for a moment of bliss,

My mind weighs heavy with thoughts I see,

Yearning for change it wants to be free,

Yet the shackles of fate are bound so tight,

Pinned my soul to the fire with grievous might,

I turn away from the flame and I stir insane,

Unable to deter this crisis of blame,

Progress is made but it's always relaxed,

Indecision and sorrow trickle along the tracks,

The train is coming and I know it's on course,

Pushing me along with it's positive force,

Even though I wander for a while,

Taking my time to find my smile,

My heart knows this is not the final mile,

The road is long and I will survive this trial,

Guided by the light and the sun up above,

Resound my passion and feel true love,

For one day it will be clear that it all was a test,

Will I pass with flying colors before my final rest?