The Neverending Saga

When its all over - said and done
The words on the page will not justify my feeling
For my soul acts on the feelings of this rage
That wants you in a glimpse, taking pictures of my soul.
Still someone is left in the stands, shaking hands.
You see, there are two people between the lines in the words we are waging.
Who are infatuated, over others - and caught in life's affairs.
His world is torn into two halves, that makes up the sphere he walks on.
So now I am turned to undermine authority.
Taking pictures, of the murder weapon
And casing my soul will only make the evidence clearer
Because everyone can see, those foggy mysterious eyes
That have me caught in a dizzy faze, a minds trap.
Emphatic in my ways, to make a change
I play with the thought, kicking it back in forth
Tossing it like a baker cooking a pizza
Who is to feast with me if I drop the ball?
What if I stumble?
I must fight the stereotypes of friends alone
And walk to the consequence of questions.
So if God sent to the earth - an angel
Untouchable by the beauty and angelic grace she held,
What would she look like?
If she is out there, she is lost in the faces.
I am the dragon chasing the moonlight
And I make the prayer that keeps me breathing
Searching for her is like racing the sunset
Inevitably you will lose.
My heart flutters.. and it won't stop
It has me catching myself, for pacing the floors is real,
I must make myself stop, and let it come to me.
When it's all said and done, I do have one friend, and one untouchable element.
It is time,
Yes, Time.
Time is the never-ending waterfall,
Pouring over me, helping me feel liberated.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002