'Ode to tomorrow.'
By blackheart
Embers meet the melodies of my lustily zealous mind, As the flames of passion fade. Disappear and go away. i remember what it was, To be grand, To be great. Silently i ponder the slowly smoldering ashes left behind, Pointless in their burning way, No more i see the flames. i cannot bring them back, i feel bad, i feel sad. Rising in the distance, the last smoke trail winds, As i wander lonely in this day, It’s time i must relate. Why i still remember, Being grand, Being great. Frolic with the failed flames, Kept within my failed mind. Frozen fast forever, It is a perfect sign... That yesterday was brittle, Twisted to the site, Where nothing seemed to stay alive, i couldn’t win this fight. Today was fairly stagnant, Not much to tell or show, But on i press and plod, Because i know... Tomorrow could be grand, i could be great... i might. Perhaps my life will all fall into place... As the flames of all my passion, once again ignite. Embers meet the melodies of a perfect licking shine, Perfectly they touch my fray, Succeed in every way... As i remember what it was, To be grand, To be great. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 07:08 AM PST, harry luck 0 • 12
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