Mourning the cloudless skies
The embers of yesterdays glaring
Ethereal to these memories
Chastised by cast iron fantasies
Mirroring the residuals of a past empty belief
Alone, Silent, At a standstill
Wondering where this lost time has gone
Did I have to murder these days
With the poison of my own fear?
Struggling, Scratching, Crawling
To a journey beyond self regret
Doing my best to fill up this social intuition
So the sun can set again
Weathering it all
With everything I have
With everything I could ever give
Climbing a top of an almighty prospering dream
To a place I can finally feel at home
A place where I can finally thrive to live in peace
In life, I don’t ask for much
Just a legacy I can secure
For the future of a lore guiding flurry
Upon the branching of knowledge
That grows ever so strong and proud
Connecting the undying will
Of an ever radiant tree
Out of the womb of time
Ready to live again
Reborn, Must never fall behind
Got to always leap ahead
These dreams no matter how far fetched they have been
Were always closer than I could of ever imagined
More than these eyes could of ever seen
More than these very dreams could of ever dreamed
So the moral of my own personal story is..
It is never too late to dream
Thus that is the message I must keep inside this heart
To let out for all who need reminded
Of the love life can give
Living, Loving Learning
The lessons of life I must believe
So I can finally truly become personally free
In the aspects of an all inspiring cherished endeavor
Love, My religion
To the unlimited nature of every last dream
Yes, In repeating fashion I cleanse love residually
Into the tradition of all gifting souls
Love shall always set me free
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/8/10
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