May 22, 2009
Who is living their dreams?
Everyone but me,
It seems,
How much water can I tread,
Before it rises o'er my head?
Then I wonder,
How long can I hold my breath?
How many is too many times,
When cheating death?
This life isn't a game,
But if you don't have a name,
Backing what you do,
The world seems to see nothing in you,
I have to look at what I want,
And not care what they say,
But that means I have to figure out,
What I want,
Someday,
To be lost,
Is unacceptable,
To be found,
Is unbelievable,
To be open,
Is unpredictable,
To be stuck,
Is unbearable,
When will my feet again hit the trail,
For my soul is weary and my strength is frail,
I guess I can only hold my breath,
Til the moment is right,
To step off the branch and take flight.
