Must close my eyes to see the brightness of my future.
My today's reality dims the spirit of the hunt.
Overcasting shadows and shaded grays
of life's blunders;
of many passions, many desires,
and many shall-not-wants.
Cannot dread what madness awakes with the rising sun.
Early birds catching worms
the hustle and bustles of rush hour traffic.
Of life keeping me on the run
a rat race full of chaos and havoc.
Challenging games of lady luck;
trying to turn a quarter into a buck.
Dipping into what we call... "White Magic".
Yet I'm full of hope and answered prayers,
my life's a blessing I cannot complain.
Even though another day, another half dollar,
another of the same.
Rolling with the punches, turning cheeks,
to-do-or-die are noted statements
and false claims to fame.
They are merely facts of life
and nothing to be blamed.
Far down deep in the darkness of my mind__
illuminating brightness of my visions.
Tasting the sweetness of success.
I shall drink of it from a golden cup.
Not of the dreams I won't ever give up,
but of my many decisions.
There, I dance the jig on star-studded stages__
with standing ovations;
to the sounds of silence
and in dark illuminations. __________________________________
