a rush of blood

The anxiety, the tension...
open my eyes , a glimpse of light shine through the shadow of the day,
awaken the unawakened me and my little angels and demons

i am a dreamer, a bullet in my head
keeps me off track of what i'm suppose to do , what I'm suppose to says.
i lose my head in the face of temptation
a sudden rush of blood to my head, keeps me focus.

I'm a fisherman without nets.
I'm a farmer without shovel.
I glanced at my bearings, i was not on track
I experience countless difficulties and setbacks
it maybe the keys for my closed door, it maybe the trigger to move the wall.
"open sesame" i whispered
not even a moving sand, the door remain shut

i turned back without a second stare at the thick wall
that separate me from my never land
i shall never affair of failings and battles
I'll stand up again and fight
even if I'm the only one left, i shall never give up

ryan