My eyes are heavy with sleep
as I discover the true art of living
every memory a moment to keep
paging through thoughts instead of dreaming.
history fills my mind
raping its innocence, spreading it's influence.
memories of a vivid past
lingers deep in undying thoughts
forcing me at last
to discern knitted facts from scraps.
Thoughts forced me to tiredness
carrying me to the paths of desire
where past livelihood transpired.
I am young and determined to meet
the levels attained by successors
In my dreams I shall stop to greet
the unknown troop of progressors.
my quest will only be completed
with my determined will
sleepless nights
and a burning desire to ignite the flames of success.
Tricia Bethel 2003
No comments:
Post a Comment