Is it a blessing or a curse
to be destined to heaven or feel like you’re in a hearse?
Moving forward as memories play in reverse.
Trying to cope with all the challenges you attempt to traverse.
Fighting with fate and each uppercut doesn’t equate to great as the spectator were to state.
Knocking on the door for the man in charge to cool this situation and kill what’s at large.
Floating freely on an ocean of thoughts on life’s barge.
With a desire to abide by an invisible sarge.
The best may be that to some but mediocre does me fine.
Finding beauty in the ability to color outside the line.
Grape juice can taste just as good as wine.
To find the light in the darkness would do me fine.
