With every sharp intake of air
I feel time slipping away from my grip.
Won't succumb to the despair,
Clutching tighter so I don't slip.

Can't let go of this dream,
Lost in a land of promises,
Staring at the vision thru the smoke screen.

No fear of the future,
Falling forward towards frustration.
Deflecting shadows in the plane of negation.

A lone soul,
Can't close my eyes till the blinds give sway,
So I face the fury and hope I find the way.

As aspirations decay, before my sight,
I reach with all my might to make my inner mind ignite.