STORY

I wish to have a story,

Tomorrow to tell.

If not of high soaring glory,

Then how and why I so badly fell.

The path that I will to take

Is unknown and insecure,

But what great thing did security ever make...

And what did the known ever have for any to lure?

My words symbolized my will

And my actions - my cowardice.

But I feel it's not too late still

To escape out of an utopia of lies.

I murdered my dreams each moment

And like a phoenix, from its own ash,every time , it did rise.

But to please others my days were spent

And my nights in muffled cries...

Now I wish to have a story,

Tomorrow to tell.

If not of high soaring glory,

Then how and why I so badly fell.