Youngblood

The bedroom door slightly open tonight With a spread of dim night light Shining through, into the room. Streaming in my head Music- anthems of hope and light Not a heartthrob to avoid. Why does my drama feel less painful, Once I excused myself from the crowd? Did the sun once shine the same Watching me through my years of youth? Lists of agendas left to tick off But I look forward to every bit Like a marathon of winning lotteries I pose with patience and a heart of gold for what comes next in the queue. For once again I'm excited about this stage show named life. Like a young flame, just ignited, Dancing with peace in the head, Smile on the face and Light in the eyes. Tomorrow has yet to come But it's already better than yesterday.