A Place To Make My Mark

I look at my life and the journey I’m upon, As the sun hits the horizon it marks the dawn. My life is like a chess game and I the pawn, As I take my next move the pathway is gone. Gray skies are simply some clouds passing over. Perhaps my luck is changing I find a four leaf clover. I wait for the return of the sun, it raises my hope. My future is before me like a carrot dangling from a rope. Sometimes the descent is far worse than the fall, Maybe I should run and pick up the ball, In the concept of time I remain rather small, I gather up some speed but then hit the wall. I look to my heart surely it knows where to go. What was previously new, the cracks begin to show. I had hoped by now that I would just know, You must plant a seed for something to grow. I look all around and take in all I see. All of these things become part of me. I see some leaves fall and know what shall be Haunting shadows, cast by the lifeless trees. For now the colors take my breath away. The air is so crisp on this autumn day. The animal scurry to find food for the winter The fabric of life becomes a tree that has splintered. Although the fabric is tattered and looks worn, I wonder to myself why was I born? Is there something I’m missing or is it in front of me, The closer things are the harder it is to see. I wander down the street and take a seat in the park. The sun starts to set, soon it will be dark. Life seems to glow or perhaps it’s a spark As I look for a place to make my mark…