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
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Very good positive write. Always go forward - there are no limits.
"If your dreams do not scare you they are not big enough"
How true! Thank you Gold.
As I said before your fire is so pure, words felt in my core. Forever an inspiration by just being who you are, shape away my friend. Be the star that you are!
Thank you very much Dan, each day is another step towards improvement!
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