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TRAPPED SPIRIT
My cheeks red with burning fire,
Fists ball, jaws clench and freely flow those tears of new found ire.
How could they bring me so close but keep me afar from what I want the most?
To journey, to venture and do the profound,
All I want is to discover the unfound.
And yet they’re not to blame,
It’s just natural parenthood fears,
But the sensibility of their actions
Cannot halt the tears.
And my agonized and anguished mind soon realizes,
That the red tape of today won’t shorten the boundaries of tomorrow.
After all, one more summer for sweet sixteen,
Then two more thereafter for eager eighteen,
Then I’ll venture out in the dark,
To study, travel, journey and let loose those trapped sparks.
The difference between the traveler in me and the tourist in them, they have failed to see,
And they exist by watching everyone else live life,
And whilst they are trapped by fear and lack of passion and spirit,
I will live with energy, character and courage.
But let them live how they will, I’ll just aim bigger and better,
And at this moment it’s better each time I think of it to taste the salt on my tongue,
Then for them to hate me for dismissing the wise words they have sung.
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