A Chance

Sun, 01/15/2017 - 10:33 -- Daekron

Lights in the sky signal the new

My spirit is lifted with hope, my fears are few

Questions surround me like smoke

Yet.  I can see

Uncertainty covers me with its shadow

Yet.  I can see a like at the end of the tunnel

The journey of books and study ends for now

A sea of time; to discover, to enjoy, to do as I please, stretches far.

Yet it is short.

Soon I am back giving five of my seven.

Sometimes six, Sometime seven.

I am what I am.

But, maybe, possibly, A chance, to become, something, something, more.

I give my all, my soul, my blood, my sweat, my tears, my whole being

It builds and it builds, rising and rising, until a crescendo!

And there it is!  There it is.

The reward for my work, the end of my journey, the end of my chance.

And yet.  There is something else.

A small speck, an inkling, a whisper

It says: “more”

I can, or I can’t, I think, I don’t know, maybe, another, possibly, yes!

A chance! A chance! To be more than what I am.

Oh! That is my yearning, my desire

A chance to be greater than, bigger than, smarter than, better than the me before me.

Though this journey, this chance, is almost through

A new journey, a new chance awaits.

Awaits across that seas of time.Lights in the sky signal the new

My spirit is lifted with hope, my fears are few

Questions surround me like smoke

Yet.  I can see

Uncertainty covers me with its shadow

Yet.  I can see a like at the end of the tunnel

The journey of books and study ends for now

A sea of time; to discover, to enjoy, to do as I please, stretches far.

Yet it is short.

Soon I am back giving five of my seven.

Sometimes six, Sometime seven.

I am what I am.

But, maybe, possibly, A chance, to become, something, something, more.

I give my all, my soul, my blood, my sweat, my tears, my whole being

It builds and it builds, rising and rising, until a crescendo!

And there it is!  There it is.

The reward for my work, the end of my journey, the end of my chance.

And yet.  There is something else.

A small speck, an inkling, a whisper

It says: “more”

I can, or I can’t, I think, I don’t know, maybe, another, possibly, yes!

A chance! A chance! To be more than what I am.

Oh! That is my yearning, my desire

A chance to be greater than, bigger than, smarter than, better than the me before me.

Though this journey, this chance, is almost through

A new journey, a new chance awaits.

Awaits across that seas of time.

This poem is about: 
Me
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