Am I losing my heart and ambition? Is thirty- two catching up?
As I run like a young dog, left to ask, why do I not feel like a pup?
Realism leading me down a road, a rocky, turbulent path...
Only as I walk it alone, may I feel the evident wrath...
Never feeling as if I am looked upon, as more than a guy on the freeway,
Inevitable mockery refuses to yield, or even give me any lee-way.
Stealthily I stroll past many onlookers, trying to conceal my emotion,
Determined to find a cure for this ailment, It will not be any potion.
Yearning for truth in love and life, Forced to live day to day,
I'm hurting, but I won't let it be witnessed, No how, no what, no way.
Never knowing what lies ahead, Emptiness tears me apart....
Gone is where I wish this feeling, was that resides in my heart.
My question is, where do I stand, when I feel my legs are broken,
May I reach out silently, without a tearful word being spoken?
2006-11-13
14:52:36
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