My Pretty Life

They tell me to push, to finish my race
Though I wonder these days, can I keep this pace?
Nothing changed, same as it was long before
The goal may shift, but they always keep score
I guess that I failed them time and again
But the blame's not mine, no...
Nor was the plan.

Is this pretty life I'm living
All that I wanted it to be
Is this silly path that I've led
Worth more than the tears that were shed?
Will this pretty life I'm living
Ever look...
Ever feel...
Ever be...
The way I know we all dream?

At the end of old and start of the new
I found that I could never ignore you
Preoccupation with lofty modes of thought
Has taken my mind down the tracks that you wrought
Tore the veil and cleansed the mind's eye
Was blind before.  Oh...
'Til I looked to the sky

Ideas converge and old dreams replaced
This life I've led here will not go to waste
My dreams are built from yours...
The soul lifts to soar

Ahead of me is the future I make
And yes, I am aware of what's at stake
But I do not have the luxury now
To wonder if I'll regret this somehow
I'll plunge headfirst into the heart of the storm
Will I find you there? 
Where we completely transform?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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