Of the one that's tough, when will be enough?
This fleeting, flaunting, failing short game of life
The power of the right man's way, brings strife.
Would all be a shame that if in this game
Of marking the days of countless green ways
We find that all value we worked for
Is something to ignore and abhor.
Pray, let come, for the door to appear
Stand ready to turn that great wheel.
Oh, please, shake off this failing mind that is captured,
stuck, in this hellish world of time.
Down deep where the burning flame to keep
To show it's true light when one makes the leap
And those who throw their taunting whispers, show
By their words of deceit and despair
For, it is they, who send you there.
As the fire dies inside, the spark lost it's will to cry
To see the hell that surrounds when you try
Your mouth can't speak to utter the words you live by
It was the cause of brightness that said you were fine
That never-catching hope that owns me to call mine.
Could positive words be the speech of lies,
The optimistic mysticism that grips us in a vise?
No matter the smile that stretch for miles
Will tell the true story of our woes and beguiles.
About the Creator
Dan Fowlks
I love being creative and imaginative. I am a filmmaker, writer, father, husband and overall a complicated mess who only finds joy in being easy going.
www.danfowlks.com
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