Will To Live
I look ahead to the ends promised in my mind
But always reality clouds my eyes with the peppers of life
Sometimes I make hasty progress
Only a few steps ahead to be forced more steps to regress
Sometimes my hope gets a boost from a fine line I read off a book
But as soon as I lay down the book
The reality of a stool beneath my foot
Makes me anticipate the pain of the noose
Still I have a will and I know that soon I will
On the back of the winged unicorn of my dreams
...I will soar free
This reality is for the benefit of my dreams
On its harsh grindstones I will sharpen my will to live
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
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