Finishing Line


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

The end I seek, I cannot see from here

I do not know exactly what I’ll find

Or even if I can suppress my fear

To persevere through storms within my mind


I started this progression far too late,

Had spent most of my energy before

I realized my sat, unsteady state

Potentially, at least, led through a door


That I was scared to open, and had strong

Encrypted locks that I had fashioned.

My time is short, but oh! the road is long,

And it’s been long since I have felt impassioned.


I often doubt my struggle’s worth the price,

And wonder what life’s like when put on ice.


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