Do prayers drift through silent air
And do we chant at empty walls
Hoping for a second chance
A second glance
In the Eye Of God
Scared by the fires
Burning beyond the tips of our toes
Searching for an opportunity
For a single lick
Of pain
Bribed by the ancient peace
Of the divine dullness
Of a world waiting for us
Just beyond the tips of our fingers
For as we take our lifelong test
In the waiting room of fate
And old age descends upon us
Our desperate thirst grows
As the timer nears zero
And our chances are few
We do all that we can
And it may be too little to hide from the fires
Or too much to run from the clouds
Hoping to land
In the middle
Or shall I be one
To go out like a candle
Joining the masses
In disbelief
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Written October 25th, 2005
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Excellant
This poem was very touching. It is something that most people, especally myself, think about all the time. I really loved how It flowed together and ran smoothly throughtout it's entireity. I loved it so much i have run out of words to say!
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