I sit here on the verge of an avalanche of tears.
Soon the mountain will become blanketed by my fears.
And I will be somewhere burried down deep below
In the cold, wet, turbulent, never ending snow.
Can't see anymore. Don't know if I can even feel.
Is there anything about this being that is real?
Or am I just a fairy tale, a translucent dream?
Others see me existing, but I am not what I seem.
Frantically wandering, like a rat within a maze.
Am I destined to search forever through the haze?
Will I, perhaps someday, finally find my way home?
Or am I marked by fate to forever aimlessly roam?
Sometimes I wonder how I ever ended up here.
What must I do to control and manage my fear?
From day to day, I merely get by and exist.
I know there has to be more to life than this.
But what is it? Where is it? How can I find
The road signs that lead to my peace of mind?
Will they forever be hidden to me,out of sight?
Or will I someday finally grow wings and take flight?
Perhaps I have already come into my own,
But I have, as of yet, to settle into my home.
I know where I want to be and what I want to do.
I have discovered my character. I know I am who.
I know I must believe in and carry out my dreams.
But reality is not always true to what it seems.
Life is what we make it, though sometimes we fall.
And fate contines to cast eerie shadows on the wall.
These shadows are but signs of what is yet to come.
They also show us what it is we've been running from.
If we study them carefully, take them for what they are,
We will find those same shadows will lead us to our star
