Counting on the leaves of autumn to fall on a summer’s day
It is not a childish play
Staring blankly ;-
into the mindless racing thoughts’ highway
tunneling feelings as if I was on a subway
yet it will never be nothing but a short drive away.
From the path of salvation to seek help
How can a bewildered soul travel past self-help ?
Striving and pushing limits to be better
But what exactly defines the word ;-
When everything seems to be aligned as a setter.
A debtor is what I will continuously be
To the eyes of the world that can never set me free
Beaming lessons in life ,learned ;-
And I can always agree
Imminently in debt to a life borrowed from thee.