Aspirations
With steam in my eyes,
I strode deftly towards the sun.
"embrace the flames that warm me"
eventually..
to be engulfed is to feel..
burning is acceptable.
With steam in my veins,
I plummet into neglect..
to a more natural plane..
where the sun is gold..
It's glow can never be mine.
I would keep it for myself....
Copyright © Kevin Fitting | Year Posted 2009
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