June 10, 2013
Thoughts of the fire Are with me tonight The heat The glow And of course the light
Things make more sense With a hammer in hand To shape To mold The steel and the sand
Liquid metal Flows like his lies But also such As time passing by
Shaping the steel Into something more Just like I did for him Before I became sore
Sore in the heart Sore in the mind And only left With mangled time
But a lesson learned Is worth the struggle Even if you’re only Left with a puzzle
Time, metal, and sand Aren’t a waste When there’s something Bigger and better in wait
With experience and time I have learned That moving on Is what I prefer
Shaping and molding Something new Will be better than the old When I get through
Which I will Get through Through this and more To create something better Better than before
