Flittering Emotions

A simple twist, in dreamy state,
to bring around, the coming fate;
of timely change, and reality true,
the end of dreams, which seems to rule.

a moment love, the next despair;
the essence of a simple care,
a listless dream, delusory truth,
taint by the world, which stands aloof.

Again i cry, again i know,
the knowledge which, has brought me woe;
but yet i still persist in dreams;
hope for which, remains unseen.

but truth it brings me to a halt,
obey i must, or bring revolt;
oh give me strength that i may live!
for which was good, for that i grieve...

and so the story ends the same,
with no one but myself to blame;
but slowly, surely, i shall become,
that for which the race was run.

i put my trust in thee Oh Lord!
make me whom you want me be!
i bid farewell to which i sing,
of gentle whispers of gossamer wings.