Burning Bridges (shortened)

W h o   w o u l d a   t h o u g h t   t h i s   p a s t

How long one man's past would last
It was on his mind
On his mind he would clearly find his thoughts running the wrong way down the line
But he burned the bridges because his intuition said to ignite sins

To watch them burn away to no return

The painful beauty of a clear conscious he would someday learn

The fire of the rising sun that set the pace for a new day had  blazed away the pain as he gave a gaze across the open plains that were his opportunities in disarray

Like wild game he set his sights on the biggest one with his loaded gun but the distance the bullet had to travel had become more elaborate as the landscape that was life began to unravel…

And now in this present day...

It's hard to say from where he stands...

Where exactly in the distance his bullet lands

He knows the rules

He understands

One shot at this thing called life

He knows his  fate’s in his own two hands

He knows his mistakes are in the past

Yet what's at stake's so hard to grasp

The futures masked

The present is here then gone just as fast

 Each passing moment he's as young as he will ever be...

but as old as he's ever been

The crazy thing is…

That's what makes us human

It's what keeps us moving

It is the needed understanding of a smoldering past...

The dusting off of each and every flake of ash

The whispers from an unknown future...

A n d   t h e  s h o u t s  f r o m  a l l  t h a t  i s   p r e s e n t l y   p r e s e n t  

i n   t h e  w o r l d   s o   v a s t

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"It is the needed understanding of a smoldering past...
The dusting off of each and every flake of ash
The whispers from an unknown future... "
The above lines solid and true. Hard life teaches us to appreciate the good days. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote