If I'm to fall only to rise up again,
It begs the question as to why I rise,
Only to do the entire thing over,
And reminisce in times less vulnerable,
Dream and imagine all that could be.

With the wretched view of what is,
Coupled with harmonic misery.

As the notes shift over from sharp to flat,
This entire charade just fades to black,
And I stand again to see that I am only trapped.

It ventures curiosity to wonder why,
Not so much how, because I find it hard to care,
Motivation is key here not the process,
And reminisce in times less vulnerable,
Dream and imagine all that could be.

With the wretched view of what is,
Coupled with harmonic misery.

As the notes shift over from sharp to flat,
This entire charade just fades to black,
And I stand again to see that I am only trapped.

If I was born to traverse this land alone,
Why then were so many born with me,
As we all walk our own personal paths,
And reminisce in times less vulnerable,
Dream and imagine all that could be.

With the wretched view of what is,
Coupled with harmonic misery.

As the notes shift over from sharp to flat,
This entire charade just fades to black,
And I stand again to see that I am only trapped.

If I am to experience all of this by myself,
I have to admit that I am quite disappointed,
This creation some find beauty in,
I can only see the cracks that litter this land.

With the wretched view of what is,
Coupled with harmonic misery.

As the notes shift over from sharp to flat,
This entire charade just fades to black,
And I stand again to see that I am only trapped.

As the notes shift over from sharp to flat,
From sharp to flat.

Wow Fear, am loving reading your writes..

Awesome write....

Thank you all...As always, I'm glad you could take something away from my writing.

NICE!!!!