Second Time
Slowly time keeps its beat until there’s no light left in my day.
No dazzling colors left to see just false prophets trying to block my way.
They’re saturated in their own lies, living within their own pain.
They can’t fool me with their deceptions; a warm light has washed me just like rain.
Time moving quickly now,
I seen what is beyond oh yes I was given just a little taste.
That’s why I don’t focus on the poser’s life is far too short to waste.
Thinking I was drowning, my hands reaching into thin air.
With my heart pounding can anyone see, I hate to show when I’m scared.
My head swirling just like my body, twisting round and round.
Eyes closing slowly with the silence, now silence is my only sound.
I tell you there’s no ego left, it vanished with my last step.
So tired of what those expect from me, I’ll fight till my last breath.
I’ve shaken off the vultures, they have nowhere left to grasp.
No more left here now to frighten me; I hear no more cries from my past.
I’ve been back for awhile now, for some time I walked a narrow line.
I thank God for giving me that second chance I won’t waste it a second time.
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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