You regrettably stand at akimbo
Drowning your pain in your tears
And your dreams with fears.
Filled with words of inspiration,
Chocking with the bitterness of your experiences,
You look so indecisive
To take the next step because you might regret it,
Doubtful to sit because you might never get up
And suffocating with dreadful images
Because you are scared to look back
At a past you might not recognize.
You cannot say how far you have come
Or whether you will continue the race
Of an unknown destination.
What did they promise you this time?
What has become of your dreams for us?
Unchain yourself for us to better face tomorrow,
Their tomorrow with new stratagems.
Let me use our words to sing,
Your history to teach,
Your experiences to create nightmares
And your ink to stain and paint your Mona Lisa.
« return.