The Horizon

For as long as the wind blows

So is the important of independence

To look beyond the horizon

Knowing...

With all given abilities

I can arrive at the destination

Awakening to a new day

Sprinting to and from

Only to become acquainted with mortality

Still I rise

Determined to conquer all before my eyes

The weight of my creations

Still I press forward

Regretting nothing as I look back

Yet I often wonder

Now I understand

Because I'm living what it is to know

Unable to move

Unable to see

So many years wishing to be heard

Now I'm dying to hear

Everything seems impossible

Not even remotely probable

Left with only memories

And dreams that are best left unsaid

In the face of gloom

I smile aplenty

Can't figure out why...

It must be something that's just in me

Once upon a time I lived

As of this writing

I'm just...

Just being patient

Poet's Soul