each breath that i take
wont be my last
chance to change
who I am.
I walk blindly in a comatose state of complacency.
My vision is impaired by the hands that I place in front of each eye
preventing them from seeing today's challenge and tomorrows victory.
"Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him."
Am I merely living without truly grasping the life that's in front of me?