poetboy123

Limitless

I want to be a sculptor

With the world in front of me

My own two hands craft my own destiny

 

Even if the lights go off

I will work through the darkness

Always one step further, in a night that\'s starless

 

Faltering muscles and weakening bones

Loose fingers coil around the brush the color of change

Knowing despite every sinking failure, floating victory is never out of range

 

Cacophonous chaos amidst a tornado of doubts, I hesitate

That moment of pause where all time stands still 

Waiting at the well where water adds to your thirst

But I won\'t stop until I\'ve had my fill

 

Chasing that dream upon the horizon

Which so few believe I can reach

Learning lessons no one could ever teach

 

Clutching the memories of yesterday

In my heart today

To forget them tomorrow

 

Heat rising, I begin to perspire

Covered with sweat or tears, I can no longer tell

Using this pain as a need to inspire

Never getting ready to fall before I\'ve fell

 

My vision sears its way into my soul

A song waiting to be unleashed, a desire I can\'t control

I want to be a sculptor, crafting the world in front of me

Crafting rasps and rifflers so others can be free

 

Going beyond the limit

Believing there is no limit

Except for the limits

We give ourselves