First poem that I have written in 3 years to mark my return. |
So this is how it goes From fast lanes to slow roads From chasing dreams To catching ghosts Never thought I would lose this passion Never thought that I would stray But I guess that’s what's brought about When lost is introduced When money is intertwined with a dream that was never fully formed And so I pay the price The price of writing my words with numbers I sit looking at the sky Scared to come back Scared... To come back The fear of losing it all Not my life, not my dreams But that spark that I had That little fire that drove me to write and write Can I reach into the abyss again Or do I have to search for another well How far do I have to fall To claim that pain again It’s all clueless Being stuck and procrastinating And having fears that are exaggerating Building and never ceasing With no one to help I can’t help it This was my all Poetry is in my roots And now I fear it’s rotten Sat there For 3 years never improving Lost In this shadow that keeps chasing My stories that want to keep speaking Muffled but still reaching But the silence still dawns on me I look around and my fears are still haunting me How do I take a step forward When I need to walk again When i’m crawling on all fours trying to figure it all out again So this is not a return I am no longer Amias Davies I am Amias A man without roots Roots that are long dead The time has come move to another cycle And I hope for you to see me grow I’ve lost my old listeners I’ve lost my old style For you who have come to see me I hope you enjoy the ride As I try to ignite and rewrite For I hope that I am the phoenix As I reach and grab forth what is within Building a new empire I have written motivational pieces Emotional pieces With styles that came as I evolved And now it’s time for a rebirth A new step into the unknown No time to look back Only looking forward No time to teach myself I’ll write as I move on With every step comes a story A story that will reach your ears With my goal to help and be helped To lay it all out Every belief and every passion For that is what’s left of my core A foundation that will never leave The want to write to tell a story No matter how gruesome, no matter the consequences So I welcome you to this never ending roller-coaster As we depart from the mountains No more chasing hills Time to just sit and write Thank you for giving me time And welcome, to my new side |