Gnarled fingers on the wheel
Behind what walls do you sleep
Within each eye a stumbling dream
A taste of morning revealed
Miles ahead a blackened face
And nearby streaming hopes that lie
Straining fingers forever chained
And forever is this chase
Trudging the eternal steel you weep
Tears of dust wash a smile
Its roar will be your fuel
Pounding destines its keep
'Waking I lie an auburn lie
The road i must not take
A closer truth hushes my spirit
A rider i ride until i die!'
2 comments:
Very inspiring thoughts Sean... very important to play in the battlefield than just be a spectator!
Thanks Vishal ! :)
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