It at times feels so reminiscent, when scars bear themselves into words; and we feel as if there tearing open again, just as the moment that preceded it, was left on the line drying through time.
And you watch the line, as the moments wave in the wind, as you pull everything together, for one more push towards your center.
Down deep, you stretch into the darkness, leaving fear behind; and, wondering, if this time, you’ll have the strength to carry on; and,
in the meantime
you look back at the line, moments there, some, yes, fair, and some quite contraire. It’s enough, you know, to face them all, one at a time, giving them power once more, while you conjure up the courage to live
Waiting at the door, it’s time, and Yet not to floor us from the task at hand It’s reminiscent of your kith and kins land.
A time before, as we glance within the store, Lookin back, what do we see, only mist opportunities, And misery. Now reflecting upon the days ahead, knowing Deep inside your plays are now well best and said.
At this moment you know what’s to do. Wait no more, Will you? Burning fire bright, just like that neon light, Is your inner core of sudden sight, and withstanding Celebratory delight.
The time of waiting is over you see, for all you’ve ever Needed was/is within thee.