Walking On Flames

looking at the fields of white
my mind wanders to another place
and time.
where life was still a clean plate
where anything was possible
love could still conquer all.

but as the darkness falls
and the fields turn to grey
clouds of reality masking the truths
that what once was enough
now just a facade of happiness.

no longer does it feel worth while to continue
the day in day out repeat
to hold fast to a dream of tomorrow
which may never come
when today is always getting lost.

I look to the white turned grey.
I realize all the different shades.
could there be more that...
I am not seeing
Or this world has put blinds on me.

I see the contrasting colors,
white, grey, and black.
But all are futile as I stand out brown.
Shining on my own in the shimmers of the sky.
Hoping to rise again on the doomsday to write my destiny twice.

Cz I know will shine brighter than the stars

Fading away the darkness of doomsday
Leaving all in dismay...