Breaking Free
Sometimes the person inside tries to break free,
Tainting the world and all that I see.
Running from myself , I find that I can not hide.
Is anybody out there in which I can confide.
Traveling through my time here
I wonder when my time shall draw near.
And sometimes I fear.
Who am I
Am I flying too high.
Each day that I survive
Means another day alive
Here in the land of the free
All the riches I'll never see
Take it from me.
The days keep passing me by
Brings the age to my eye.
The scars
Like the stars
A road map to the unknown.
A lifetime you've grown
Who am I to ask
Is life another task.
The trail is but one way.
Trying to make it a little further each day.
Now my hair is gray.
Mortality grows real.
Changes the way you feel
Makes you stop and think
From the pool of knowledge you seek to drink.
What lies ahead
I feel no dread
I sit here and ponder instead
Passing beyond the sorrow.
I step into tomorrow.
Life begins anew
The inner strength on which I drew
Refueling my soul
My only goal.
Love, life, gone with the passing of time.
Looking for that one rhyme
That speaks out
The world will want to shout
Words of the wise
Come in disguise
Hard to see
But may set you free
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