How far?
How far will you go
For a dream
That in your heart,
You know
It’ll remain forever so.
How far can you stay
For less than what you want?
That while one can give so much
Another gives much less.
How long can you believe
Yet doubt?
Is the feeling as lovely
As a coated lie?
Will you still hold on
When it no longer feels right?
One poet said that walls are beautiful
To the sight,
To the touch
Smell like purity.
Virginal, almost.
Poetic.
True.
Like defined barriers
That throw us off
Yet cushion the fragile
Ironic.
Real.
That’s what we have
What we are.
What we intend to become.
For how long?
The walls are too beautiful
To ignore.Dread is in the air
I smell it in his thoughts,
And his broken words,
His eyes are deep in gloom.
Sadness is relative.
To an aching soul,
It is death, a penalty
For the hopeless,
A welcome gift to end it all.
And neither is right
For sadness is constant
Never leaving, never ceasing
It is battle to be won.
Or lost..
