Long Hours
Falling and tripping,
Back on my feet,
In the quite that follows,
I try to imagine
Not being able to tell
Illusion from reality,
Lost in a new world,
Trying to fit in,
Self doubt?
That's deep within.
The street so quite,
The road smooth,
The wind really calm,
With songs to soothe.
Confounded by the beauty,
So divine,
To stay or to run away,
To cry or to lie halfway.
The path that I chose ,
The prophesies told,
You will find me facing the horizon,
Watch me as I go. Behold.
Every ending in my life,
Has rendered the feeling of being lost,
I have poured them out ,
No reasons why!,
But because of hope ,
I am willing to try,
If the walls in this room could talk,
They could tell the story ,
Of everyone been here,
All the moments of laughter,
All those lost tears..
Travelling alone, has taught me ,
The secrets of life,
the virtue of being there ,
the value of nature,
the hope in a prayer.
with thoughts it rose and the rays it melt
the sun hiding behind the hill,
the more i prayed , the worse i felt,
heaven sees though,
the dark insights ,
the fallen warriors,
the shining knights.
as for i ,
i sat here in the corner of the room,
trying to build the pieces ,
for what has happened,
for where i am ,
and what i desire,
and what i've become.
for how genuine be the cause,
the lights won't come to life,
people won't change,
world won't move.
SO, for a moment ,
am praying hard,
for god to take my life,
if that's how i could ever sleep,
because for nights this long,
and thoughts this wild,
i,ve had a lot more than just deep.
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