Chained to the heart…

Flickering in the night,
Burning the midnight oil,
The flame burns on,
Just like the passion within.
I face the remorse of a burdened heart,
Just wising to let go.
Some of the things that aren’t justified,
Is better left alone.
Life has become a part of so many phases,
I seem to have lost that phase where I lived myself.
I drown myself in this eternity of make believe space,
Caring less for where I stand and what I do.


Saturday, October 18, 2003