Which We Call Life

Life is painful, monotonous, and tough. Sometimes you simply grow tired and weary. Then you see someone new, and start a new life. One of opposites compared to the prior. Enjoy :)

Walls 100 feet surround me
My own little world inside
In this little rut, I tread.
But we can call it life

Towers of shadow all above,
With my hopes locked up tight
On this deadly battlefield, I walk.
That I manage to call life

Blue skies speckled with clouds of grey
Mark the dreams that can’t be won
In this expansive world, I live.
A race that must be walked, not run.

A silhouette of a beauty,
Standing in the midst of the crowd,
On the ballroom floor, I dance
To a life worth living now.

A change is coming,
A raging river it shall be
Tearing down the walls of this rut,
Making life anew for me

With every step I take with you,
The towers crumble down,
My hopes and dreams come running,
To join this beautiful life I found