My thoughts push me to think more,
to go down the lane,
to sit and watch,
to plan those uncertain things,
which could never be sure.
will i learn the trick,
never taught.
will i win the battle,
never fought.
will i lose the life,
never gained.
will i break the silence,
never framed.
something gushed through my veins,
indicating to what i want to become,
though the assurity was never given,
as my life's fate is a fulcrum.
now i know what i would be,
not something that i could be.
rhythmless rhythms i often hear,
irony, is what makes it such "less"
but the "would" now i know,
is rhythm and clear.
