Standing Apart

Standing Apart


Facing the future, or making it?
On-board the river of time
Embracing an unknown horizon

Waiting to be shot, or calling the shots?
Crafting tomorrow, shaping it to my will
Confronting the unexpected twist

The candle like a stub, like my life
Too full of dreams to slumber
Visions to make me restless

Slithering away, the harmless worm
A snake with a conscience
A serpent without fangs

The irretrievable loss
A folly to look back in the past
Facing all those dreaded truths

Standing out, standing apart
Waiting for them to pass
Telling them what they don’t want to hearWilling to face the unknown