Has this world come to an end or have I lost the vision to see,
What would I have to feel when all is gone except lonely me,
Forsaken form all the glory and grandeur I had from thee,
Left way back in the path with mindless struggles to get free,
My thoughts goes hiding in dark corners all without glee,
Why am I standing in and island of murky storm so dark,
Where are all my angles who could ignite a spark,
Who is keeps me form going on to reach my mark,
When can I free myself to fly away like a liberated lark,
What is bonded me and stopping my journey to embark,
What would I have to feel when all is gone except lonely me,
Forsaken form all the glory and grandeur I had from thee,
Left way back in the path with mindless struggles to get free,
My thoughts goes hiding in dark corners all without glee,
Why am I standing in and island of murky storm so dark,
Where are all my angles who could ignite a spark,
Who is keeps me form going on to reach my mark,
When can I free myself to fly away like a liberated lark,
What is bonded me and stopping my journey to embark,
embarking on the journey could be a physical one or a mental one. We are bound in our physical being but mentally we are totally free.
ReplyDeleteThe storms, struggles, and then the lul all actually are unified in our achievements and failures...our failures are never failures but lessons learnt for those who are eager to learn. The storms always die the beauty lies under...nothing will stop you from being the beautiful self.