Here I sit, the darkness is on the brink
the business of the day gone by
my emotions come to intrude even upon the solace of my coding
I reach out for the things I desire
yet the seem to far off to go
will I ever reach the destination?
Will it even be the destination I seek…
Oh how I long…
the memories of the past haunt me
dreams of the future wound me
yet what else is there for me?
But my memories and my dreams
Of the things lost
of the things sought
the road is narrow as I stumble
all there is here is pain
till I reach the end of the journey
yet I can not tell how long it shall be
only that it be long and hard
what will await at the end?
to truth or to sorrow
to passion or to torment
I reach towards the future yet my arm is blocked, tied, constrained
bound by the past, of wounds still fresh
I can’t help but wonder, what will the future bring…
Be it madness, be it happiness, as long as it comes to a success.
what is life but a tail of joys and sorrows.
the deeds of ones hands and thy toil.
Of loves lost, of loves to be found…
Tis to an end my dear,
for I can bear it no more.
the mind must learn to forget,
as a new day looms.
To a new horizon I set sail
and of the warm waters I dream
in search of that island paradise
once more, forever more.
— The driftings of a spider