One moment I’m free soaring,
Beyond the reach of my grounded fears and short comings.
Clouds of possibilities glide serenely into my reach,
Challenging me to dance about them with confident wings.
This is what it means to be alive and free,
The toil is over now life can begin.
But quick as a raptor with talons bare,
I find myself cut short.
Hope dies within a sudden chaotic fall.
And I watch as wing meets ground,
Dashing the fragile creature this is my heart and mind.
Within my grasp is held the string,
Frayed limp and useless.
Now I find my feet planted firmly in regret,
I pick up the pieces of my dreams wondering how I can begin again.
Welcome to the Story Game!
Welcome to the Story Game!
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Young do I feel in this wide open world.
What storms come my way, I bravely stand, stick sword in hand.
These storms cannot tarnish my sleeves of courage.
A heart of brazen gold do I best within my small chest.
I am untouchable, I scream out to the darkening clouds.
Here we sit upon this fence,
Waiting for it to all make sense.
Some have since picked a side,
Slipping down that treacherous slide.
Wait will we the chosen free,
For death to choose our lives to be.
Blink upon a gliding cloud,
With Spring sunlight filtering between.
Darkness flees this growing world, running with frozen feet.
Now I see a world reborn, blazing forth with life so green.
Blink my eyes and feel the warmth, let my soul roam blissful and free.
Once more we danced round fires so deep,
Laying down our spells to reap.
With scuffled claws and lean fresh meat,
Our words you’ll never soon repeat.
As a moon so gilding the sky,
Do I drift upon a dream’s tide.
This boat upon a universe reflected,
Glides serene beneath this cosmic expanse.
I’m here, where the sidewalk ends.
Only broken stones and tossing weeds before my feet.
We stand together, waiting.
For our train to come?
But we were going somewhere.
We had something to do.
Expectations are wanting to be met.
Please, the road can’t end here in a pile of rubble.
I need to go on.
But we wait, where the sidewalk ends.
Green upon our lips,
Grow delicate upon uplifted brows.
Comfort me in the warmth of your texture,
As shoots spring forth.
Hold one another beneath the sun,
And laugh out to bird song.
Free are we,
As the tendrils of Spring.
Spin me round,
Touch the ground.
Push me left,
Pull me right.
Tell me lies,
Hold back truth.
Speak your words quite uncouth.
Before our banter,
Spread your slander.
For I am quite over you.