"Clearenity"
"Clearenity"
I'm struggling, I hurt, so I write,
the only way I know how to fight,
I'm young inside, that's what I'm about,
my spirit knows its soul wants to find unfading
youth though the years have fled their youth,
I think, in fact, I'm thinking again,
of now and how I was back then.
I'm hurting, struggling along this fight to hold onto truth,
to dream reality and not interchange one
for the other unclearly,
disappointed disappointments test me hard
what do I hold most dear?
too young to be a beatnik,
old enough for fringie,
I feel I've been a hippie forever,
yet never.
I struggle for youth that no longer shows,
although it will never go,
how much I know youth will always grow,
no matter how old the soul.
the fight against self and what tortures me so,
will be won.
I'm struggling, I hurt, so I write,
young forever, I still fight,
to see reality's dream clearly,
my dreams become real.
© Sam Hyde
02-16-13
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