Never and forever are one and the same,
for the future I see, none would acclaim.
The goal, no longer, is to survive.
It is for achievement or escape that I strive.
What I thought once to be my inteded fray,
is kept farther from me as day passes day.
I wonder, as i must, watching time turn to dust,
while buildings crumble and silver rusts,
Just wether or not the heavens would indeed fall,
or if the same stars would continue to dazzle us all.
To the whole of existance, nothing is this,
To me it's the diffrence between pain and bliss.
I speak not of gods and I speak not of magic.
I speak only of what, to me, seems quite tragic.
And wonder you must, or so i would trust,
what drives my pen is nay fortune nor lust,
But indeed, tis a need, nay country nor creed,
could tear me away, could make me concede,
the one treasure, the one prize, beheld in mine eyes.
Held true is my heart, and all that implies,
it cannot be swayed, it cannot be stayed,
and i am ever so sorry, but it will never fade.
And so, as the lights that dazzle the sky,
though I may fall, my heart wont comply. |
