Just a quick poem I wrote in the spur of the moment
Getting ready, "Are you sure?"
Are you able to pursue, skies of black.. No turning back
This is it, take a swing, make a hit.
"Are you sure?"
It will be a blur and I don't know what will come tonight?
Define a new height, go far, however don't get caught in tar.
I laugh and I bath in your glory, I even say sorry.. You don't
Black smoke, I can't breathe, or perhaps fog
Hazing your view, oh the smog, why must you hog!
Share, or leave me caught in this binding snare fulfilled only by despair
"Here I am!" - No voice
Dead of night, you're lost.. No light