Where I Stand

Is the heart ever one with the mind
Does it ever thrum with the minute hand
Or will it always shun the slow sands of time
So eager to gun, get ahead of the plan
Always scrambling to reach new highs
To somehow strike up the marching band
A superhuman way to redefine
What it means to be greater than grand

Yet inside, I lie, hope to die, start to cry, embracing the why behind the why I seem to walk blind, filling with smoke, start to choke, at the end of my rope, burning rubber on the road, tires spin out of control, a hope against hope…

And then comes a sigh

Flames no longer fanned

As I realize

This was part of the plan

No matter how hard we try

We live where we land

In the by and by

I am where I stand



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