My life has become a pendulum
always swings to opposite directions
running inspired yet feels desperate
void space I try to fill with substance
in this adult phase of my existence
nothing concrete I have done yet.
My life has become a paint brush
on canvas it strikes wantonly at will
reckoning thoughts filling this mind
a day-dream creating its own world
God knows I crave for contentment
and happiness for my own family.
Been myself in solitary thoughts
reviewing my life to contemplate
and reflects how I perform in life
to make my struggles worthwhile
or will it just end without a mark?
Marvin Brato Sr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-reflection-3/
