Something I wrote this week...

[watermiror]

Of Past and Present

To describe my drive in the past few years
would be precise and clear.
I had focus and it was a journey; I saw an end.

Since then, the shift from day to year
has brought the change from smile to tear.
I lack focus and it has been a long journey;
there is no end.

It was visualized perfection believed
by many friends across the town.
It is now an escaping ideal retrieved
by many strangers across the room.

The supreme Raider who once stood tall
was left behind a frame in a page
to become this stumbling ‘Eater all too small.

Lost in this direction, but yet scared from another selection.
Fighting through my chosen trail and seeing nothing
but a train derailed.

Yet I see something in what I don’t see:
There is no end.

It has not been written yet.

I have another one in my latest post at my xanga