Scattered Thoughts

"One step after the other."

For the abyss stares at my back.

I wonder once again

Where life went awry

And maybe where I misstepped.

They say, "Life has a greater meaning

When in the middle of a storm,

So it can bring forth a new dawn

Filled with wonders and warmth."

But when the light falters I wonder

And cower at my own cowardice

While I linger in the dark side

Of my own soul, lonely and cold.

However, the cold is not so old

When the sunshine brightens up,

So I bask in it until I'm warm

And there's no cold in this old world

Only warmth and a song.

One song filled with words

And melodies which fly

In the sky like a white dove

Playing among the clouds high above.

"What would I be with no fences to jump?

No storms to live through?

No new dawn to shine through?"

There'd be no singing doves.

No basking in the sun.

No greater meaning in life.

Truly there'd be no fun.

That's the truth.

I guess I'd just become like every boring little human,

Living only in their own damn world.