Wee free men, "this is who we are"
Not destined to be be slaves...
Trepidation permeates my
every thought...
Why do you rail against the Moon?
Your sword unsheathed...
When you gaze beyond....
where sunsets dance with stardust...
If you are given a chance to be your own god...
Like, you could create yourself not out of dust...
I was not keeping count it seems
I've been writing day and night...
From red to orange
Yellow, green then blue...
I will NOT give up
I will NOT give in...
What are these words but an outlet of thoughts
Not great, mediocre perhaps...
As I struggle down a path I do not know
I find myself lost and alone...
There's a fire of ambivalence
that smolders just...
Regret only unsaid words
Every opportunity missed...