I start to read the writing on the wall,

and it gives me hope and gives me all,

the warmth and embrace that I need,

to continue on and live my dream.

Positive and negative are one,

plus and minus equal everything,

had I known my senses were so fine,

I’d start again and cross this bridge of time.

The writing on the wall becomes unclear,

the warmth subsides and all but disappears.

It seems to fall short and can’t foresee,

the road ahead and my ultimate destiny.

I scratch and kick but nothing gives,

I still have a whole live left to live.

I will blindly search until I find,

Keep the struggle and slowly by my time.

Just be true and don’t pretend,

everything you dreamed will come through in the end.

I try to keep to myself but to be,

humble is a virtue that only,

the meek possess and I’ve broken 

ground and I’ve attempted to make,

amends with my sanctity.

Pride for something that doesn’t exist,

I cherish it like gold,

and it burns, it burns and I breathe.

 

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