Drag on

twisting lanes and boundless skies,

the green below crushed by the weight of mere mortals

who had stopped to ponder over this riddle of fate,

was all i could see as i saved my eyes

from the blinding light that i never wanted to fall ill.

thou as a child,i used to curse it with an undying hate.

for the path ahead was so lonely like a cow-boys rune

inspired by the charm of a captivating moon.

so treacherous when merged with the warlocks craft

that it could even steal away an angel’s laughter.

i thought i heard a voice,i turned back

to stare at the perpetual struggles that i’ve had.

was that a warning,should i shrink and withdraw?

or is there a hope,is this all that i could cope?

should i let this choice be the the fatal flow?

should i be hung with my own rope?

but what good is life if you dont run the risk.

i know i can live this with a little brisk.

so i dragged on.