rainhorse

falling, softly falling, fast watching all my time go past is it to early? to give up and leave is it to late? to have something else up my sleeve I don't know where I'm heading or what's coming to me. Should I be worried? as everything falls apart or perhaps falls in place Should I hurry? or just ran away or run towards a distant dream Should I give up? on something that will never happen on something that has happened Should I just stop? to think? to do? Or should I be someone who, I love Perhaps that's all there is to it. Nothing more but it just seems a bit... too easy to ignore maybe I'll accept it later or soo

If it was really simple why am I still here? If I could win easily why do I taste defeat in the air? If I just needed to be stronger why do I just not care? Is it really my fault? of course But who can I blame? Myself Only myself Me. Okay, so I'm to blame everything is my fault but things are still the same it's like having a wound filled with salt I know what I need to do so why don't I do it? Will this actually help me or will it make a fire lit will it burn down everything that I've worked so hard for will it take the things I've done and make them nothing but a sore will I become a monster a worthless pile of not

They told me it was impossible that in all probablity I would fail so I worked as hard as possible to one day boast about my tale Of how I defeated the chains that held me of how I was stronger then they thought of how I became the person I wanted to be Of how I did all that I sought It would be magnificent It would be significant I would be someone important when I showed them I was gorgeous. but then, where are these things I was to do? The things that would show them that I grew? The things I had dreamed about for years? The things that continually brought me tears? No where. Not a hint or glimpse of these tales I told