I find myself,
Staring into the distance
Far past the things that are right before me
In order to see beyond and above..
There is a space, between me and the distance
That cannot be bridged
Simply by… waiting and staring…
So I buckle down to begin
This journey was not made for the faint of heart
It means ripping from yourself all the strength and courage
And pressing it into action,
To run with the wind
And race against the tide.
It means taking every ounce of your heart
And giving it over
Completely and totally
In love, and in life.
And the edge of the distance
Drops down into the unknown
Because as far as I can see and predict
There is so much more I will never know
And it grabs me like an iron fist
Choking me into submission
But I will never give in
The desert storm blows through me
Leaving scars of sand
Time may ravage me, or steal what I have to offer
But it can never win, because for one more second
It is mine, to prevail, to control.
I stare… I see… I wonder…
The distance is wide, overwhelming
Vast, and surpasses time… and space.
It is the rising enemy, it is… the attempt.
I step forward… one... small… step…