This is my life in stages
Oftentimes struggling with disbelief
Every other time, scolding away my doubts.
Not really where I want to be
But that's ok, not better
Or worse than I imagined it.
So far, the only things I own,
A pen and a dream
And I'm not so sure of the former

Torn between burning bridges and opening
Hell's doors; Like hunting silhouettes in the mist
Shadows, busy, chasing the light

I find that I take chances first then learn;
an uncanny approach
Much Like skydiving without a parachute then
Learning to fly to survive the fall

Shout-out to my past self
Buried in the hunger of who I'm working
To become; deep within the waves
Of my mind's seas
Like lost treasures even as I'm capsizing
Into a new person
An ocean of endless vast
To house the unending quests
For wealth in lost causes
Waiting to be explored
Ready for lady luck
And the opportunity to sail from her dock