Wishful Thinking
My eyes sting with angry tears
I lay my head gently down
flicking through my youthful years
still, the time has come; of that I have no doubt.
Happiness, sadness, anger and shame
through all the feelings I have felt the pain
nausea, sweating, panic and strain
deep inside it flows through each vein.
I thought I was strong
but I'm as weak as the rest
for a peaceful mind I pray and long
I jumped the boat; failed the test
finally admit that I was wrong.
For the last time now I take a breath
close my eyes and smell the air
the only event now is that of death
I leave this world but I continue my prayers.
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