Drifting off into a sea of thought
Replaying the placement of my life
Looking at a vision blurred.
26 and on the brink of being broke
Looking loved ones in the face
To tell them I don’t have it.
On these words I choke.
What if my life ends in mediocrity
Or what if I settle with a life
I’m content with, but not truly happy with.
I know I have the ambition
It’s the confidence I lack.
Bundles of doubt that I carry
With me in a metaphorical back pack.
Back pain from all the burdens I carry,
Flashbacks of lies that I tied around my neck;
Drowning me in the depths of regrets
Which linger around my ceiling
To view as I lay in my bed of lies.
To the outside my inside seems
My heart seems without flaw,
Only if they could see my image
I see in this broken mirror.
God, and the ink pen I push
Pass pit falls to pursue dreams with
The two pieces of peace
That make dreary nights clearer.
Prayers seem few
As I slip further away from my view.
Outside of my windows I can see
Carefree souls do dances in the rain
As if they can’t feel it.
Now I wonder where my resilience
Ran off to in this storm.
The roads are flooded with obstacles;
Still the path lays ahead of me
Waiting for my soul to jump on board.
Waiting for my eyes to blind
The bondage of a tainted world;
I’ve found just a small ounce of hope
To cling to
Just enough to see tomorrow
Through the window’s tint.