ThOuGhTs

ITs like reading a hundred stories all at once,
Some glad, some sad, some mad, and some not bad,
Seeing together my destiny and my wishful wants,
But all in life cannot be had.

Its like drowning in a sea of memories,
Some dark and some veru pleasant,
Memories that burn like stinging bees,
Memories that seem so heaven sent.

Its like falling down an endless tunnel,
Slipping into life's set trap,
A journey long and unpredictable,
No compass or a guiding map.

Its looking back on the greatest masterpiece of all,
The shadows of yeasterday printed in my mind,
Learning from mistakes and standing tall,
Forced to look ahead althought Im blind.