Gratitude, the excuse for standing still
Fear, the lead around my feet
Comfortable in my present state
Or afraid that I won't be able to stand the heat?
Living each day with eyes wide shut
Opportunities as substantial as smoke
Thanking god for what I have
Lips sealed for dreams unspoke
Sands of time slip through my grasp
All I have, is it enough?
Aspirations mumur under my skin
But is it fragile or resistantly tough?
Knowing I could be so much more
Safety shrouds me from gambled chances
Doubt the poison rope binding my hands
Blindfolded from passing chances
Thursday, 4 June 2009
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