Eyes On the HorizonA Poem by Daniel Contreras IVLaying in bed, trying to get to sleep at 5:30 in the morning when inspiration hit.
Verse 1:
I may not reach the moon on my journey to the sky But when I'm in the gutter at least I can say I tried Pondering regrets of what I should've done Revisiting memories of all my battles won I may not have much but with what I've got I'll make do I wouldn't take back any time I've spent with you With everything around me I couldn't see a thing Blinded by ambition I failed to get your ring Pre-Chorus: And now that you're gone My ships crashed and burned I'm left thinking what the hell went wrong And now I'm stuck here Enveloped with disappointment, creeping in is fear Chorus: But I'll keep dreaming away My eyes on the horizon because it's another day With everything that happened I really should be scared But if I'm not dreaming then I'm left with just nightmares I'm left with just nightmares Verse 2: Lying here frozen, all my thoughts fade to black Crawling my way up, I'm determined to get you back Looking towards the stars, I'll get myself there and more I promise you'll see inside me what you swore you saw before I may not have much but what I have's my word I'm sick of sitting around, my vision and diction slurred I'll put away my vices, all my bonds I'll break Liberated from them, my future I will take Pre-Chorus And now that you're gone My ships crashed and burned I'm left thinking what the hell went wrong And now I'm stuck here Enveloped with disappointment, creeping in is fear Chorus: But I'll keep dreaming away My eyes on the horizon because it's another day With everything that happened I really should be scared But if I'm not dreaming then I'm left with just nightmares I'm left with just nightmares I'm left with just nightmares © 2011 Daniel Contreras IVAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 31, 2011 Last Updated on August 1, 2011 AuthorDaniel Contreras IVSandusky, OHAbout18 year old high schooler from Sandusky, Ohio. Loves long walks on the beach, but hates sand. That stuff gets everywhere. In all your crevices and such. I love to write. Mostly screenplays. I'll add t.. more..Writing
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