As I stand, a stranger, even now, to all who claim to know me.
Averse to being held, wanting only the freedom of independence and free will, taking explanations and tossing them aside as I reside in the pain of life’s grasp.
Mountains within my reach never touch my heart as I travel over them, hoping to become one with the rain in my heart.
An exorbitant amount of intellect is being touchedand manipulated in extraordinary ways towards mynear future.
Keeping me thinking of suicidal ideas tosate the cravingswithin my mind.
reaches of imagination’s storehouses.Traipsing up and down slopes of future literature,accumulating ideas and novel approaches as lifegoes on.
hurriedly rushing upon me without waiting a momentin rest.Never giving any time to adjust to new demands ofaging years.Sliding along, doing the best I can with what Ihave been given.Longing to be felt through musical tones, neverletting go of the future, promised from heaven’swhispers, sent by angels to my soul.
one is looking.Paths of infinite domain travel with us into pastand future horizons, claiming destiny on stairwaysof heaven one day.Lessening effects of lateral composition througheternal music – life outstanding – generates it’sselfless beauty throughout infinity.
Leaving me desolate and withouthope from this moment forward.
