It’s never too late, to change my fate,Â
Ever a new plan, the place to escape.Â
Enough being tired, becoming inspired,Â
At long last it’s time, to get re-wired.Â
Constructing a vision, not the final decision,Â
Building the will, to step out of this prison.Â
The desire now firm, it shall develop in turn,Â
As I recall it and feed it, like fire that burns.Â
No need to panic, I’ll be able to stand it,Â
Strength from above, appearing like magic.Â
Now every choice, giving flight to my voice,Â
If from truth they flow, will cause me to grow…
(Human Gears, Sky in Droplets, Above the Clouds)
Other Original Poems;
- The Good King
- How G-d Hides?
- Some Greater Signs of Our Times
- Some Lesser Signs of Our Times
- Midnight Correction
- Mankind, Fractal of the Trees
- Still Afloat
- The Honey in the Pain
- Little Reminders, Big...
- The Other Side
- Wet Soil
- Glitches in the Blueprint of Our Universe
- Triggers TriggeredÂ
- What Was It All For?
- Marshalled Mentality
- To The Corrupt...Â
- Elevation Mutation
- Alliteration Analysis
- Weight of WordsÂ