Holding
on to the past fighting the notion
Blankets
that once provided warmth are stolen
Fears
suffocating the oxygen of life going into a spin
Preachers
state open minds transition with grace
Attempts
to predict the future will land you on your face
Stand
tall with your head held high
Watch
those who scramble fall by the waste side
Others
marching to the newest drums
Those
who failed taking the leftover crumbs
Looking
forward never to the past
This
will allow you to break the cast
Written
by Lanis
February
21, 2002