Looking for a sign,
Sreaching life,
Catching glimspes of life
Life moves as a fast moving train on a path of never ending unknowns.
Standing in the middle is the lost and clueless trying to catch that ride.
Some fall and lay their tears crying in their own pain
Some fall and rise to a higher standard of pain to
Fall harder.
Some get lucky to have the train slow down so they can glide on as their ease.
Some just fight, fight and fight more for what ride they need want or demand in life thats best for them.
The fighters, are the woundec broken and rebuilt and put together with cheap glue..
But they fight
With blood seeping from their eyes
They fight for what makes them breath..
Live
Or just keep going
All to get to the end of the ride of their dreams
Even when they feel its
A lost ride and the conducter of the beatuiful train has given up and left
They fight inner battles
Ugly monsters
And protect what they need for that prefect ride....

Now ask me what i am? A fighter or someone who gives up to the pain and lets the world step on them as they go by...ask me..i dare you..