Storm

In the eye of the storm With words that blow out on the barren sea Having eyes to see through its melodic memory We have come to its fullest age of tranquility; In the eye of the storm... Some in full want while others in great need, Some would even beg to differ Rather then curse the actual day in which they were born Although with close knit ties one could barely see While others reflect on all of eternity/ In the eye of the storm one can barely see, A twilight vision or just any reason by which to believe Still among the living there is a blessed creed Amidst the storm of life the inhiliation of many dreams Nothing on this Earth ever turns out to what it may clearly means With lines being drawn in the sand Hoping that someday all will understand? Otherwise, it is certain suicide in some teenaged waste land! In the eye of the storm a slight fabrication, Or in the game of slight edged mystery!