Susceptible to the unseen future;
caught up in an unraveled past.
Trying to step towards freedom
But held to the lessons of the last
History will not repeat itself
Faith was lost, but now come.
When hope is offered in a tiny bottle
The hand trembles and goes numb.
When confidence is a silly passing thing
a delusion of grandiose living
when reality fades in to a dream
and the dream becomes worth living.
To be better than no one
to be measured with no rule
to be hunted by your conscience
and centered by what's due.
A debt once paid long ago
free to love you should be
but accepting a path that is fading fast
as you see what the cost will be
Can I have them both?
Can I have it all?
Or will I have to leave one behind?
The shadows of resonance of loss
Echos inside my mind
The pain the pain the soul does ache
when attachment is not allowed
When alone you walk with outstretched hand
in to the mirage within a cloud
Where are you?
Do you really exist?
A Phantom, a ghost
a sideways glance
of material, fanciful, love.
Are you real?
Time will tell
It always does.
~ Cherstin Molle Jiron
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