Thru The Cracks In The Walls
The Wind Blowing Thru Me.
I Lay There Realizing My Vulnenbility.
I Wonder Of My Breaking Point,
A Matter Of Survival.
I Try To Imagine The Visions,
Of My Life Passing By In A Flash,
As Has Been Told On The Lips,
By Near Death Participants.
I Think Of A Phrase Entitled:
Quite Appropriately,
This Is Your Life!
You've Come This far,
A White Light Ahead Of you.
But A Voice Seems To Say,
It Isn't Your Time Yet.
Your Life Is An Open Book,
With Pages Aplenty Still To Be Filled.
Mistakes Been Made,Yet To Be Made,
Well,That's All About Learning;To Life!