Friday, November 21, 2008
The Hope
what dreams may come out of the darkness?
what visions may eyes see?
what voices may we hear,
crying out from the distant corners of insanity?
what is it we aspire for?
why do we reach for the flame?
when in it's beauty and grace
will burn and consume us body and soul
and leave nothing but ashes
waiting for the next dreamer to touch the scorch marks
and the flame of hope consumes another soul..
Note To Self:
i would think that the light at the end of the tunnel,
is always a train,
but i always hope that it would be a hole;
an escape route that would probably be my only lifeline.
but then again,
one can only hope so far.
reminisced;
- 9:10 AM