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B Bach Nov 2013
What does it take to set the soul on fire
Fear is not having what that soul desires
There is a method that many have mastered
Through some kind of mental magic or simple trial

Some must  toil and some most fold
In order to keep that soul in an effortless hold
Others choose avoidance or torturous means
And keep the soul afloat in a flaming dream

Tormented by the riddle some lay awake at night
As if waiting by the gate to take the next flight
But Canceled again. On the ground they stay
Cause unknown. Further delays.

Watch the jet go back to the empty hangar
To be tinkered with before risking disaster
Piece by piece It's  taken apart
To find out why the engines won't start
B Bach Nov 2013
Rushing for the start, giving
Rushing for the end, having
whatever it takes
none of what is needed
too fragile for earth
blinded by each event
gaining all knowledge, carrying
possessing no courage, feeling
world on shoulders
light as a feather
B Bach Nov 2013
betrayed.
left for dead.
reborn.
strength found.
tested.
seeing red.
1 floor up. still bound.
fall leaves.
crisp in breeze.
open doors everywhere.
winter comes
stirring sounds
refuse to see what's there.

— The End —