My Dream

The highs and lows, confound me. While the uncertainty surrounds me. My heart races, like a winding clock. As my memory chases, those places I've walked. Pain has kept a hold so strong on me. If I appear cold, it's not because I mean to be. You see, when the hurt is so great, your soul noticeably begins to shake...and you wonder how much more crap you can take, until it all comes out at once, in an overwhelming rage. Until the only option left is to slam it on a page. Write it in a blog. Complete another poem and add it to the rest. Break this dry spell and push this pressure off my chest. Keep on moving forward until there's nothing but my best left. My knowledge doesn't help me with this all-consuming anger. I can't help but wonder if I can move faster. Get these plans in motion and avoid the latest disaster. Success and fame, that's not what I'm after. All I aim to do, is inspire someone. Hopefully a lot of unique individuals. That's what I want. Only time will tell if I get there. Here I am hoping for that.