Poem: The Way

Reaching for the light is harder than reaching for the stars.

You have your eyes on the target, but you keep missing.

The story of life is starting to rain, but the one you want is dry.

You feel the vibrations that move your feet.

The way you walk is hurting the spine that holds you back.

You look to other, but too afraid to hear the answers.

The way you keep pushing is keeping you back.

Life and love are no longer intertwined.

The things you seek are found, but not by your site.

This is what holds the door to your future, but the past is keeping it shut.

The way you give is taking from the way you want.

There is no beginning to see your end.

It is the way it will be.