Blank

Staring back at blank cases,

Stepping on broken shards.

Groping at flightless dreams,

Seeing them turn into dust.

Never amounting to anything,

Gazing at this empty past,

Thinking I might I have achieved something,

Only to fall back into the dark.

Chasing wild dreams,

Thinking new thoughts,

Imagining new wonders,

Only to have them rot.

Trying to catch up,

Falling further behind,

Pacing myself,

To one day reach the finish line.

Arrogant stares,

Ignorant looks,

Threatening glances,

Pressure enhances.

Whispers all there,

Shadows lurking,

Then disappear into thin air,

Just take it like I was never there.

Here now,

Seeing new wings form,

There’s a new dawn,

For me to hold on.

But the path,

Splits in two,

So in the end,

Will I have to choose?

Forced by the will to succeed,

To fulfill the long high school reverie,

A one-time chance to lead,

To bring fourth the visionary.

Never wanted to back down,

Fed up with those stares,

To show I deserve that crown.

To hell with what they care.

Yet chains have forced me to the ground.

The void will engulf me.

Finding my true self,

May be the way to free me.

Back at the crossroads,

Two halls loom before me,

I know I have to endure more,

Now to open the door.