Light through the Mist

Thoughts of my coming-up birthday, the passage of time, and questions over my possible success inspired me to write this little gem the other day. Enjoy.

I search for someone who doesn’t

Exist

Someone so perfect, I can’t

Resist

A lonely face, clinging to the

Mist

 

Expectations help us soar, and hold us

Down

Everywhere we look, perfection’s nowhere to be

Found

The answer hides in whispers that don’t make a

Sound

 

These eyes, they see and search and

Blink

And although there’s a lot to say, and more to

Think

I feel as though I wash my dreams into the

Sink

  

But this is Now, not then, not

When

And there’s too much time to

Spend

Chasing after something, impossible to

Apprehend

 

It’s not a person, a god, a number or a

Car

A yet a face, distinct, though seen from

Afar

A direction, a future, the light travelling from a

Star

 

The face is my own, in years yet to

Come

And inside it, the person I might

Become

And within those misty eyes lies the path to

Wisdom