Directions

It feels as though time itself, Is slipping from my grasp, Like I’m walking atop eggshells, Across butterfly wings, And along the shattered and broken glass There never seems to be enough time It’s like a marathon for me All I want is to finish this climb And stand tall for all to see With all that’s going on right now, These hard times seem to linger Like I’m rushing in a race, Against the ever changing current And these memories in time are slipping, Like sand trickling down the narrow hourglass, Right through my desperate fingers My vision seems to be constantly refocusing Unsure about what is real Switching between health and sickness I don’t know how to feel I look to the 7 directions The brainless scarecrow pointing me every which way sometimes I feel like the cowardly lion, running from the slightest sight of trouble I tried looking north, but my compass is bent I tried looking east, but I was blinded by the light I tried looking south, but walking back into the past is not a mistake I prefer to make I tried looking west, to the stars, for answers, But all I got were twinkling lights and momentary freedom, Before darkness engulfed my thoughts I tried looking up, silently begging for a direction to turn to I tried looking down, to see things from above Finally, I tried looking within, and found something worth working towards So god bless this broken road I’ve been traveling Hanging on by a thread, just getting by each day For had I not fallen down and gotten roughed up a bit I never would’ve gotten strong enough to get back up