Dark horses live as it would seem in the shadows.
Known only to them the talents they possess.
Till such  time they show their hands.
So modest are they coming from nowhere to steal the show.
Leaving no doubt the bar they set to be high.
And it seems to be in no matter what they do.
The dark horses are always the ones that are watched the most.

Wrecked was this day.
Like a rag doll that once was a ballerina  now no longer able to dance.
With torn limbs lying still.
Only memories of days and nights dancing hours away.  
Yet never to be again.
Wrecked was this day
Like a train losing grip of the tracks beneath it.
Destin for destruction
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Enabling one to breath again.
Wrecked was this day.
One of which would be so easy or not to forget.
Glancing back at the grandness that wasn't.
As it held nothing.
And yet even in its wrecked state holding no regrets.
Still giving even if just its time.
As its time slips away.
Simply just being one of those days.

Lying still unable to no longer move.
As a chill comes knowing this is the last.
The last look of this life a long look back.
The last time to see and to be seen.
The last tears to ever be shared.
And yet drawing in and holding on for one last goodbye my love.
The last breath then passes without life.

The busker stands upon  a busy street.
With a guitar case laid out in front.
As the busker sings, while playing on guitar and heart strings.
Not asking just hoping passers-by will stay for a while. And maybe even place some change in the case.
And yet standing there while dreams and time drift by.
The busker  still waiting to be discovered.
Is yet happy just to be doing what that person enjoys  the most.

Jealous is the moon of the sun.
For very rarely getting to see the light blue sky of day.
Locked away in the cold dark  of night.
With only stars for light.
Living in the shadows, only coming out once the sun goes down.
And only staying till the sun comes up.  
Yet sometimes few and far between getting to pass by during the day.
Shadowing the sun just for a little time.
And yet it is sad for the moon need not be jealous.
For even though its sky is dark.
It is the moon we look upon the most.