|Current Residence: Under the bed. Probably hiding.|
Forces of LifeDrowning in a river self-madeForces of Life by Cyrnanax
As I dwell upon a future past,
My hopes washed away in a current
That fails to take me with it.
Buried under a wealth of emotion
Suffocating within the crushing walls
Of my denial and curious guilt
As I gasp out for a chance for life.
Falling fast, through each mist opportunity
Blinded by piercing wind, now I realize...
I spread my wings and try once more
To grasp at every silver lined cloud.
Oblivious from ecstasy, I soar higher,
And, like Icarus, get burned, this fire,
Not of physical meaning, envelops my being,
Filling me with a renewed chance for passion.