Living on the Edge

Every time I had firm land beneath my feet
I wanted to fly
Looking for the horizon I never realized when I got to the edge
MY WORLD IS NOT ROUND!!

I see that I can never go back to the point
Where I started my journey
Full of dreams and innocence
I haven’t seen much yet and have not grown old
Yet my bones creak and my eyelids are heavy with fatigue

I haven’t run out of the energy
But my store of motivation has gone dry
I am at the end of my runway
And I need to take off – coz its now or never
And here I am, hanging on for dear Life!

prynka
Aug 2007

Wasted away

When boredom ages my young naïve heart
I look for the sanctuary of your arms
Caught in the quagmire of fleeting delusions
I let go of the unpleasant reality
I lose the clarity of thought and discretion
I question this sudden strife with my own soul
I doubt this earthly stage n my role!
You surely cant be a myth..
(but wasn't it I who said)
You can't point a finger at something u are holding hands with!!

prynka
jun 2006