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Round and round it goes, on its constant course.
It pulls my tides, creates waves, unleashes the wild horse.
Across the sky it races, trying to outrun its doom.
But it is surrounded, covered by the gloom.
It kicks and bites, beats off marauding stars, and washes the earth in light.
It is a battle it knows it will lose, but still it must always fight.
Time is against this tiny creature, and it creeps up from behind.
It is worn down, every day more, in time it's death is signed.
Nothing is left now, but a memory of what once was, a hole in midnight's sky.
The stars still make way, in reverence, of where the horse did fly.
A new warrior arises, eager to win where all have lost.
Will it fail, and join with the dust, and what will be the cost?
So round and round it goes, on its constant course.
It pulls my heart, creates fears, and nothing could be worse.
RestMy mind races, speeds, it never stops.
It races into the night, but without headlights.
Shapes form on my left, my right, in front.
Some nod to me, willing me to go on.
Others appear above me, below me, behind me.
They tell me to stop, but I cannot.
I can feel their eyes on me, watching, following.
They are not there, but they are real all the same.
Inside me a conflict is raging, warring, fierce.
One side is winning, which one I do not know.
I'm not sleepy, I'm tired, spent, weary.
This battle is taking a large toll, something will be lost no matter who wins.
I lie here thinking, imagining, remembering.
I don't need sleep, this is my dream.
Sleep?There is a song on the wind
and I cannot sleep
my thoughts run free tonight.
In my mind I see countless things
shaped by notes in the air
but what they are I cannot write.
Some are terribly beautiful to be shown
others are awesomely elegant
will anyone ever be able to see...
I drift through the endless worlds
all locked inside of me
maybe my hand will set them free...
They beg to be let out for all to see
but I am not ready yet
so through memory's cracks they seep.
I can feel them wailing as they disappear
but nothing can be done
I was too slow, my mind is blank,
and I cannot sleep.
Between Earth and SkyAll around me,
people hurt and kill.
"You should join us!"
"No, I must stand still."
Their limbs are tied,
they say they are freed.
Sins hold them tight,
but mine make me bleed.
Evil sinks down,
but fades not away;
I love the night,
but yearn for the day.
While some things fall,
other things take flight.
I am too weak,
a pillar of might.
Some people soar,
how freely they fly!
My wings are too small,
theirs cover the sky.
Fliers have joy,
their hearts God does fill.
"You should join us!"
"No, I must stand still."
is that the place for me?
Between black ground,
and clear air so free?
So I stand here,
for stand here I must.
Afraid to fall,
afraid to trust.
WanderingsAs I walk along these endless roads,
afraid to make a turn,
my soul begins to hunger
and my heart begins to burn.
Evil around me chants that I've lost,
my body cries for rest.
But I cannot give up now
or I will fail the test.
The rain beats down upon this path;
the sky turns, blue to black.
Is there light to my left or right,
or is it all at my back?
Will the storm just be a summer rain,
or will it soon turn cold?
Will I be left to walk this path,
or go to where the thunder rolled?
BreatheI am confined, in the realm of the walkers
with it's pain and strife, it's killers and stalkers.
To live in the boundless ocean is to be freed
away from hate, anger and greed.
It is much better to dance in the sea
with the whales and dolphins, so wild and free.
So I stand here, watching the sun sink into the foam;
I go to see if the fish will accept me in their home.
I dive right in, and try like the fish to fly
though I know I must return, before I die.
But the water, it is like light
I feel so free, like I can take flight.
I take a tentative breath;
I can breath, I am blessed.
Masks lie all around me...To my friends I'm one thing, to my family another
I'm different at school, than I am to my mother.
Around others I'm never myself
each face is a single book, upon a vast shelf.
As I put on these masks, they chip away at my heart
but day by day they take a smaller part.
How long can I do this, till I just break through
is there something I should know, feel, or do?
Some days the mask is weaker, sometimes there's a hole
only to those I don't plan for can I show my true soul.
I feel I'm here to help others, to gently spread God's love
but these faces, they fit me, like a soft leather glove.
So finely crafted, so carefully maintained
I feel after wearing them, that my heart has been stained.
One face a crazy genious, two others make a dove
but at the heart of them all, there is no love.
That is only in the true me, which I'm scared to reveal
it is hard to lift so heavy a seal.
When at last they're all burned, not just lightly charred
will I be alone on the ground, so cold and so hard?
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