The Flame With Hinges
By Russ
I've reached a dead end , I've nowhere to go. The wall in front is so high. My quest to get close to my personal dream Seems like soon, it will curl up and die. I stand here, gazing at my own dead end, Contemplating what to do now. My mind is vacant, my excitement is spent I long to defeat my dead end, but how. Should I except that my dream is just a flight of fancy, One that's unreal or too far. Will this cause a wall that's so thick and before me To crumble or crack, even jar. Should I turn back around, walk away from this wall And toward a task that's more lenient. Maybe I should, but not walk, maybe run The quicker, the less inconvenient. I could, simply travel the contrasting way In my mind just except what's more fit. But my heart will still feel the odd stimulation Of a flame that is more than just lit. That's it! That flame, that fire in my heart With heat like never before! That's the flame which will ignite my wall Burn a hole that will serve as a door! Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 02:03 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I've reached a dead end , I've nowhere to go...."