When realization strikes at the last moment
Mind starts doubting each step
feels like running back
to where it went wrong
but the last to happen
Longing for the one once was lost
Knowing that steps cannot be retraced
It finds its way through the new unknown roads
Hoping a new light awaits at a handcatch
The light that pushes the soul ahead
giving new hope to live
But the lost remains lost
as the loss of the soul
hurting onetime,inspiring next
like fuel to the burning soul.
dandelionsinwind 