My life is Racing
Like a fast flowing stream
With swirling pools of confusion
Nothing's as it seems
The swift rapids are my flaws
Making it a bumpy ride
The calm shores are my dreams
Lapping at the tide
Jagged rocks that block my way
Are the problems of my past
The currents that are my thoughts
Seem to go by just too fast.
But soon the river opens up
To the lake that is my soul
Where I can finally sort my problems out
and once again feel whole.
yeah life is always racing as yours... its lovely poem too.. love your poetic approach and the themes you do ... well done
This one has a slightly happy ending, it reminds me of something but I'm just not sure what it is...