Perspective in time,
Through the fire
And the raging flames.

Gaining greater chance,
To try, to be,

In this world,
A many-forked path,
The path to walk down.

The stayed hand to gain.
The path so fine,
To be, feel and see.
Along this path walked.

Being in this place.
The mind.

Raging against the pain,
Making this mark,
Making it my own,
Staking myself. Into this world.
My place held firm.
The world to recognise.
Nothing else to define me.

My own mark to define the world in front of me.
Standing tall.
Raging into the world so bright.
Making the light shine for me.

A place to be.
A place to call.
A place to stake a chance.
To bring it unto me.

In this place,
Oh how time tries to define,
Tries to make.
I shall stake a claim.
To make a mark.
To do it all,
Try it,
I am here. My own.
To make the chance,
Take a stand.

Time to rage against the pain.
Standing tall,
Standing proud.

To take a stand,
With those I care,
Who care the same.
Nothing to stop or beat me.

Life and its bliss,
At it’s best.

A perspective gathered,
Raging the pain,
In a upward struggle.

To give, make and shine.
To leave a mark, in kind.

Inspired by a friend, been a good day overall, feeling defiant. Raging against the pain. Making a stand, being, living, life.

The Sad Setting-Sun

On the horizon,
The sad setting-sun,
The orchestral symphony of colour,
The beauty soon to fade.

Tears streaming down a face,
Witnessing an end.
A finite into darkness.
Witnessing a new era.

A time of renewal.
Accompanied by an end.
Tears streaming down a face,
The sadness of a setting-sun.

The inevitable end,
Known in advance.
Hoped would never come.
The symphony of colour,
Soon to go,
Never to be the same.

The memory,
Also soon to fade.
Tears streaming down a face.
Witness of the end.

On to new beginnings,
Better times.
Tears still streaming down a face,
Witness of an end.
A time come to close.
A change so profound.

Waiting for a chance to stay,
Knowing the path lies ahead,
To take a step into the dark.
Off and away.

Tears still streaming down a face- the sad setting-sun.
To let go,
To walk down this path.
Turn turn your back.

To face the setting sun. A last goodbye.
The new beginning to come.
The sadness behind a setting-sun.
With tears streaming down a face.

Those Songs That Stay With You

Those songs that stay with you,

Those songs you remember,

That make you laugh,

Make you cry,

As everything flies past.

Leave you alone,

In your solitude.

In your space.

Nothing to do but cry,

To wonder why,

Those songs that stay with you.

Leave you there, alone.

As everything piles up,

You are there.

You’re left.

Alone, with those songs that stay with you.