Travelling Through A Lifetime
Picking up the pace as he nears the end
He drives the bends flowing with the wind,
His mind riding the air waves of happiness and joy,
Drifting the corners, picking up the pace,
Tagging the foot pedals of his newest toy.
He’s running, not from, but too,
Pushing the boundaries of his world to trepidation,
Piercing the veil with his dreams and apologies,
Ensuring he delivers his final salvation.
He rules the muscles that hollow out his frown,
Twisting the bitter truth into a story of success,
Sheltering the unfortunate beneath invisible wings,
And a cloak hiding that tolerant blistering mess.
He whistles his glory, pitching the tune into his future,
His for the taking, but he’s biding his time,
The sorrow that swims in his aching heart,
Swells with the tide of emotions that forever climb.
He listens with half an ear full of dreams,
Stitching his words to tether his hopes,
Laughter is the only medicine he’s tempted to swallow,
Although it’s the dressing in which he…
