Struck with strong words
that have magnified the future.
Searching for the reason to feel pleasant
and comfortable, reaching for answers that may
have been in front of me, but not so clear.
Can’t stop the salty water from dripping
down the apples. It’s the push to the world.
I can do this, don’t stop this feeling,
don’t stop this feeling of hope.
Afraid of losing the most precious.
Afraid of losing the site that lets the heart and soul
breath with purity.
Winning is not an option, it is a must.
Must it be hard? Or must it be smooth like the sailing boat
on the ocean filled with the breezy wind blowing through my hair?
Oh how that fresh air is appealing to the skin.
Thoughts that wont get the answers clearly,
but willing to explore and search for the path that is set for me.