Neil Armstrong’s Dying Watch

Spread the love

Tell me when to stop with the fearing
Tell me when to grab a lock
And lock out the negative hearing
the jeering in my head
Tell me when to be bold to the Beautiful
When my heart’s deepest desire can cease to be merely wishful
Tell me when to give it a try
Tell me when I get to kiss the old me goodbye
Tell me when I’m allowed to spread my wings and fly
Tell me how high
How high can I go without the love driving me insane
Will my wait land weight on me?
Will I endure the pain?
When will I chase for sunshine in the rain?
Will I linger?
Will I dwell at the doorbell with my ‘number 3’ finger
Until it’s all in vain?
Will I slacken until the world around me blackens?
A God-sent whisperer is what I lack and
The longer the wind blows on the window of time
The narrower it will get
And the minute another birdie swoops in
It’ll be my fairytale to forget
Woe unto me if I let
This chance go to waste
The cake is at the table and I’m dying for a taste
Flying as I should be
I have to pick a landing point at some point in time
I choose to perch on your heart
and savour the beats, the rhyme
Preciousness worth every single dime!
Oh, where have you been all these days?

one giant leap for MAN-kind

-numbe7_PLATE

(Scribbling on the foggy glass door)

  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •   
  •   
  •   
  •  

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *