Life is a classroom; full of seekers.

Some are mediocre. Some are over achievers.
Most strive to learn and attain wisdom.

You discipline yourself to do your best. This is your creed.

Nearing your apex, plight comes when you least expect.
Money flaunts its effects. Isolating you from what you need.
With writhing maneuverings decidedly, you choose.

Your resolve is formidable!

Hoping not to become so besieged,
You lose sight of what you dream of.
For dreams may or may not be realized.

Gears keep churning.
Midnight oil is burning.

For months on end,
My mind keeps wondering.

How I want to fend away thoughts of when,
You came around.

A switch inside of me turned.
Behold! A soul was found.

My feet hovered above the Earth,
The searchlight you shone illuminated my heart.

Like a plant drawn to sunrays, I unfolded before you.
I waited. But my lifesaver never came.

A Romanesque silhouette can be seen now because of you.

I falter.

In the pursuit, we find a thin line.

Is it the beginning or the finish line?
Beyond the horizon,
Over mountainous terrain,
With muscles distended and mouth agape,
You trudge on.

A sun scorched grimace drenches your face.

To accomplish your goals, you cannot wait.
Limits entomb you.
Will you succumb to life’s cramps?
Doubling over just before the winner’s stand?

Fear saturates your mind. It renders you blind.
A glimmer shines forever on what you never found.
Until someone you least expect shows that one can be kind.

Fortifying your feet,
Nourishing your soul,
Restoring your sight,
You discover your life is sound.

Onward you trudge!

Citizen Kane
Who could sustain
The horrid disdain
Not living up to
All the hype
An ego undone
Behind the public curtain
Eyes, lies, and truths betold.
I want my 119 minutes back Welles.

In the night time I want to walk in your landscape.
A new dawn comes to shed a new life.
Seconds tangle my mind.
I'm encumbered with resistance from what I like.
Turned on by what I may never have.

Something phenomenal calls!
Its voice is like a gushing waterfall.
Endless continuums of percussions resound
The rhythm infiltrates my consciousness and my veins.
It becomes synchronized with my heart and brain.
I writhed like a woman in childbirth.
Struggling, I sought to cast out this rhythm and the source of this call.
I wanted to sit. I wanted to crawl.
I wanted to smash this thing against the wall.
Enduring until the sound dissipates.
Drenched and exhasuted, I wait.

Eternity is ike an endless mile.
Mortality is a second in a day.
A new dawn beckons.
As the rhytm crescendos,
I surrend to its beat.

I am a newborn on the stage of life.
Is this my scene to make as I wish?
I am a fish out of water drowning from air.
Yet an Oscar awaits the moment I participate.

The choices I make reflect on the past.
Who have I cast, but myself?
Constantly, I am prepared to tangle with each day.
Reaching out for help, I am pulled from the fray.

Like a rose that forgot to bloom,
I am struck with the onset of gloom.
Counting the years, I have left, can I make the deadline?
Fate screams, "Get in line!"
It is my turn to shine.
I have resolved that I just need to be me,
Be courageous, be open, be free.
Allow life's paths to converge.

The blinding light of life has turned green.
I am revved and ready,
To make my grandest scene!