Bell
The road takes me here, I follow not out of fear. What ever happens next.
Can be sure it will be taken out of text.
Nobody ever says what they feel, Hearts weren't meant to heal.
Just have to be stronger , the only way is to last longer.
Step past yesterday . you are somebody no matter what they say.
No body really wants to play.
I still out lasted the day.
Heading for tomorrow.
Still heard does carry a touch of sorrow.
For things lost,
Keeping myself going at all cost.
Not all was lost.
Desire
Still stoking my fire.
To be or not to be ,
The answer was set free.
Overlooked
Overbooked
Out of date
Out to late.
A matter of fate.
Life drifting out of reach.
Trying to grasp the lessons life had to teach.
While traveling down a familure path you sometimes fail to see
The beauty before you that be.
Blinded by what you fear
Or maybe what you hold dear.
Some paths cross
Some end with loss.
Stumbling ever forward
Ever toward
To a dream your not sure you can even see.
Stumbling by obstacles, Hearts seeking to be free.
The paths ending is beyond my sight.
Wondering if tomorrow is worth the flight.
Yesterday has such a story to tell.
But I know the story only too well.
Done rang that bell. But even as the echo faded,
Into tomorrow I've done waded.
Brought hope
Rather than the rope.
More time alone. Is what I'm shown.
Till time ticks its last.
Went so fast.
Wasn't always a blast.
I stand on my own ,despite all I've been shown.
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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